I almost piss my pants at the shriek she lets out as she steps back into the room.
“Sorry,” she sighs dramatically, pressing her hand to her chest, the other hanging limp by her side, clutching her cell. “You scared me; I wasn’t expecting to walk back into you staring at the door like that. I thought you were sleeping. Damn, my heart feels like it’s about to break through my chest.”
I watch as she slinks across the floor on her tiptoes, wearing nothing but my t-shirt. It skims the tops of her thighs provocatively and my headache can take a hike; I have no room in my mind right now for anything other than the image of Blair: sleep-tousled, wild crazy sex hair, wearing my clothes. She climbs into bed and I know I’m done; there’s no coming back from this now. I may as well hand her my man card along with my balls, because she just breezed into the room looking like a goddamn porn star, and all I can think is how much I want to cuddle her. Kill me now!
“Are you okay?” she asks as she flips the lamp on. “You look really pale.”
“I’m good, Princess.” I smile, because really, how am I supposed to answer that? No, Just give me a moment please. I’m having an internal freak out. The ‘me’ I thought I knew should be trying to initiate getting back into your pants, but I seem to have grown a vagina and really just want to ask you for a hug! Yeah, so not happening.
“You look tense—want me to rub your back or shoulders? Mom gets tension headaches, and she swears that a massage helps.”
“This is probably the only time I’ll ever decline that offer.” I grin and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
“My shoulder still aches like a bitch, and I don’t think it would be a good idea to massage me there.” Her brows shoot up to her hairline as she takes in the suggestive lilt of my voice and the smirk I’m wearing. “You could always massage me somewhere else.” I grind my hips upwards and press myself into her, letting her feel what she does to me. “I’m sure you can find another place that really, really needs some rubbing right now.”
“Ew! Pervert, I was trying to be nice,” she giggles.
“Trust me, it would be better than nice.”
“Your incorrigible, Mr. Jamison, and somewhat depraved. I require a little more than a few innuendoes to get my pheromones flowing.”
“Hell, baby, I love it when you talk nerdy to me.” I wink. I feel her tense in my lap and can’t contain my grin. “The wink gets to you, doesn’t it?”
“Let me put it to you this way,” she says as she drapes her arms around my neck and moves millimeters from my lips. “If I ever see you wink at another girl from this point forward, I think I might go alpha and rip her hair out. The winks are mine.”
“Shit, that’s hot.” I pull her tighter to me and she zeros in on my mouth. I lick my lips waiting for her to kiss me, but she hovers over them, teasingly.
“I feel kind of powerful right now.”
My body screams for her to make a move. I’m so turned on I’m a little worried I might blow without her even needing to kiss me.
“I think I like teasing you like this, it’s—” I buck my hips, twist and let her fall onto her back before positioning myself over her and pinning her arms above her head with one hand.
“Weren’t you ever taught that it’s not nice to tease, Princess?” She gasps or groans—or maybe it’s a mixture of the two—and it’s sexy as fuck. “I think maybe I should teach you a lesson.”
“Oh my gosh, that was cheesy!” She beams.
“Yeah, it sounded kinda lame as it came out,” I agree. “Is it working though?”
“Yeah, sadly it is. Maybe I have a thing for lame now."
“Nah, Princess, you just have a thing for crazy sexy musicians.”
She groans, and I laugh.
“No I was right the first time, it’s the lameness; it’s like an aphrodisiac.”
“Okay, enough with the lameness. Shut up for a second and let me kiss you.”
“Aw, baby…you have such sweet pillow talk. I can’t bel—” I silence her as my tongue plunges into her mouth, and then for the next couple of hours I make it my sole mission in life to hear her scream my name.