“An old friend made it for me.”
“What old friend?” I tried to keep the jealousy from my voice and failed.
Liv flashed me a smile. “You remember I told you about North?”
“Northern Star, you mean?” My trepidation eased a little. With Liv’s strange and nomadic life with her mother, it shouldn’t have surprised me that she had a friend named Northern Star. One who lived on a commune, no less.
“He made it for me,” Liv said. “Thought I should be brave.”
She dropped the pendant back around her neck and clambered off me. “I’m getting hungry. The cake should be ready soon.”
She went into the kitchen, where she’d made a coffee-cake from a boxed mix. I took a magazine from the table, but kept my gaze on Liv as she reached up to take a mug out of the cupboard. Our kiss and the feel of her on top of me had turned my thoughts lusty.
Liv’s voice was a pleasant hum as she started chattering about some tickets to something. Her white shirt molded to her body. Beneath the stretchy material, her breasts looked full and round.
“Want some?” Liv asked.
Yeah, I want some.
A blue, polka-dot skirt flowed over her hips and legs. I wanted to grab fistfuls of the skirt and hike it all the way up to her waist, spread her smooth thighs....
“Dean?”
“Sorry, what?” I pulled my gaze back to her face.
She held up a mug. “Hot chocolate. Want some?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
Her hair was tugged back into a ponytail. I wished she’d leave it loose, all tangled around her shoulders. I shifted, painfully aware of my growing erection.
“So they said they’d still have tickets available at the box office Saturday night.” She bent to take the cake out of the oven. I looked at the curve of her ass and imagined it bare. “We just need to get there a little early to pick them up.”
I couldn’t remember what performance we were seeing tomorrow night, but I made a noise of agreement. Then I went back to gazing at her breasts. I wondered what color her nipples were.
“Dean?”
“Huh?”
Liv turned and put her hands on her hips. Her eyes narrowed. “I said, do you want to get dinner before or after the show?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“What is your problem? Why are you not listening to anything I’m saying?”
Because all the blood in my brain has gone to my dick.
I tore my gaze away from her and looked back at the magazine. “I’m listening.”
“You are not.”
“Tickets at the box office, dinner before.”
She tapped her fingers on the counter. “What’s the performance?”
You and me getting naked.
“Uh…”
“Uh huh.” She arched an eyebrow, then picked up her mug and went to sit in a chair across from the sofa. “It’s an acrobatic dance troupe called Diabolo.”
Oh, good Lord.
“Sounds great,” I said.
She smirked. “Guess you should have been listening when I asked if you wanted to go.”
“Sorry.” I tossed the magazine onto the coffee table. “I was too busy staring at your breasts and imagining what they look like naked.”
A gasp caught in her throat. I winked at her. Her cheeks reddened with pleasure.
I loved getting her all flustered. And I loved that she loved it too.
She ducked her head to take a sip of cocoa. A strand of hair fell across her face. I watched her full lips close around the edge of the cup. My erection grew thicker. Over the past couple of months, Liv and I had fooled around with most of our clothes on, which was hot as hell, but I was impatient for more. I wanted her with a force that hurt.
And still I knew I couldn’t push her too fast. Not my pretty, virginal Liv with her shadowed eyes and untold secrets. She was letting me through her guarded defenses. I’d become a monk before I’d betray her trust.
“So what did you imagine?” she asked.
I swung my gaze back to her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes on her mug.
“What did I imagine?” I repeated.
“About my breasts.” She glanced at me from beneath her lashes. “What do you think they look like naked?”
Oh, shit. My cock strained against my jeans. I had to take a breath before I could respond.
“I imagine they’re full and perfect with big, pink nipples that get hard the instant you take your bra off.”
A visible shudder ran through her. “God, Dean.”
“Am I right?”
She looked at me. Heat brewed in her brown eyes. Energy crackled in the air. Then she set her mug on the coffee table and grasped the hem of her shirt.
My heart pounded. I rubbed my cock through my jeans and shifted. She hesitated, then slowly pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
I stared at her. She was wearing a plain, beige cotton bra, and the brass pendant dangled against her pale skin. Her nipples strained against the front of her bra, which pressed her breasts together in a valley of cleavage that made my prick ache.
A swallow rippled Liv’s slender throat. Her hands trembled as she reached to unfasten the clasp and push her bra off her shoulders.