“What the hell?” She smacks the wall until she finds the light switch, blinding us both. “Was that necessary?”
“You said Sunny might come looking for you. I’m solving problems. You’d think you’d be grateful, but you gotta go and bite the shit out of my hand.” I hold my hand up so she can see the teeth marks she’s left behind. I’m smiling, though, even if I sound annoyed.
I’m not gonna lie. I think it’s kinda hot. I’ve got a serious hard-on right now.
Her cheeks flush and she ducks her head. It takes all of three seconds for her feistiness to come back. “What’s with you and always turning off lights?”
I hit them again and lift her onto the vanity. “It sets the mood.”
“And here I thought it was so you could pretend I was a supermodel while we make out,” she replies.
I flip the lights back on.
She puts her hands up to cover her eyes. “Knock it off!”
I pry them away from her face. “Look at me.” I don’t mean for it to come out sounding more like an order than a request, but I want Lily to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m seriously stoked about what’s going down here.
“I was just j—”
“You were just what?” I edge my way between her knees.
“Joking.” She’s barely audible.
“I should hope so.” I release her hands and cup the back of her head. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Lily.”
She blinks like she’s been tasered. I lean in and put my mouth on hers. For once it’s not a full-on war of the tongues the second our lips connect. Her soft, warm fingers clamp around my wrists, and she makes a small, plaintive noise when I nip at her bottom lip. We make out like that—kissing, me rubbing up on her—for a long while. Every so often I open my eyes and look at our reflection in the mirror.
Lily’s dark hair is cut in a bob, so I can see the nape of her slender neck and the arch of her shoulder blades highlighted by the deep V at the back of her dress. It’s so low I don’t think she can possibly be wearing a bra.
She puts a hand on my chest and pushes, breaking our mouths apart. “You kiss with your eyes open!”
“No, I don’t.”
“You just were.”
“Well, doesn’t that mean you kiss with your eyes open, too?”
“You seemed distracted. I was checking to make sure you weren’t bored or something.”
“Bored?”
“Well, I don’t know!” She waves her hand around. “Now I’m self-conscious knowing you’re watching me while we’re kissing.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t watching you. Well, not your face.” I gesture to the mirror behind us.
She glances over her shoulder. “You were watching yourself? Nice ego.”
“Actually,” I trail a finger from the nape of her neck down the ridges of her spine to the zipper. “I was thinking there can’t possibly be a bra under this dress.”
“Oh.”
“And I’d really like to find out if I’m right.” She sits up straight as I drag the zipper down and shivers as my fingertips brush her skin. “Looks like I am.” I kiss the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, pulling the wide strap over her shoulder. Lily’s skin pebbles, and I feel the warmth of her exhale on my cheek. She tilts her head to the side, so I close my mouth over the warm skin and add a little suction. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough that she knows I could.
I kiss across her collarbone to the opposite side, repeating the same action, sliding her dress down her arms. Her breasts pop out. I’m about to get excited, because I love nipples. Especially nice ones. I guess it’s different for every guy. Some guys like huge tits, some guys don’t. Some guys care more about legs, or asses, or other body parts. I like the entire package, and I like things proportional. If Lily had huge boobs, she wouldn’t look right. And hers aren’t bee stings or anything. She’s definitely a woman; they stand up on their own. We’re talking a solid B cup. I’m good with that.
And just like every other part of her, Lily’s nipples are delicate. Except right now they’re covered with Band-Aids. “Uh…”
“Oh, shit!” She covers her boobs.
I pull her hands away and watch her cheeks turn pink. “What’s going on here?”
“I didn’t want to have obvious nip-ons.”
I quirk a brow, and she raises one back.
“Nipple hard-ons.”
“Right. I must have missed that lesson in sex ed.”
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t need any of those lessons,” she mutters and picks at the edge of a Band-Aid.
“Want some help with that?”
“I got it.” She presses her palm above her chest and tears the Band-Aid off.
I cringe. “Go easy on those.”
“It’s fine.” She pinches her nipple. “See?”
“Don’t be so rough. I’m having sympathy pains.” I push her hand out of the way and cup her breast, whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
Lily barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”