“It’s true,” he said. “If I was lying, then why haven’t I been able to take my eyes off you since you dropped the dress? I don’t think I ever want to see you wearing clothes again. I’ve been standing here plotting how to keep you naked twenty-four hours a day.”
“Might be kinda hard to go back down to the party. Or the supermarket. Or church.”-to That made him chuckle. “Oh, it’ll be hard alright. In fact…” he pulled me against his hips again, “I’d say it already is.”
“Wow, that was bad.”
“I’ll show you bad.”
“Stop talking, you retard! Just take off your damned pants already.”
“I’ll show you retard.”
“Oh my God.”
His hands went to the belt at his waist, and then he slid his zipper down. Slowly. The move would have been sexy as hell if he hadn’t thrown out this line along with it: “Want me to dance for you?”
“Oh my God! Just shut up!” I chastised as we both laughed. I gave his shoulder a shove before diving into his bed and sliding under the sheets. I laid on my side, propping a hand up under my head to watch him strip.
Trip didn’t disappoint.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and he gave a little eyebrow wiggle before dropping his drawers. I will swear to my dying day that the sound that accompanied this action was: Boioioioioing!
Hello, my old friend.
I was lying there, taking in his perfect body, watching as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over me slowly, feeling stunned and excited that he was mine for the taking.
Mine. Holy shit. After all these years, Trip was finally mine.
I shivered as he kissed his way up my body, felt his soft, hot lips grazing over the thin sheet that separated him from my bare skin. He pulled it away to plant a quick suction-kiss on my breast which better not leave a hickey before reaching into his nightstand drawer. He pulled out like a freaking magician’s scarf of condoms, tearing one off and tossing the rest back into the drawer.
“Hey. I thought you said you’ve never brought a girl up here. What’s with the Trojan army?”
“A boy can dream, can’t he?”
“Whoa. Wait. How old are those things?”
Trip’s brows furrowed, focused on the packet in his hand. “I don’t know. Why? Do they go bad?”
Jane, you ignorant slut.
My eyes practically rolled out of my head. “I’m guessing that’s never been a problem for you, as I’m quite sure you’ve managed to tear through a gross of these puppies at a clip, but yeah. They have expiration dates.”
He ignored my jab and checked the stamp on the packaging. Before I could get confirmation that the date was from the Clinton administration, I said, “Just forget it. I’m on the pill anyway. Unless, you know… I mean… you’re… okay, right?”
He pursed his lips in a scowl before answering. “Babe. Yes. I know you won’t believe me, but it’s been… a while. I’ve been tested since then.”
Ugh. I hated the clinical conversation we were having. But after all those years apart, there was no way we were waiting another minute to sleep together. We’d waited long enough. But the fact was, Trip was a bit of a… popular guy during his twenties. And even though he’d recently professed himself to be a one-woman-man… well, sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas, you know what I’m saying?
But thank God for small favors, because it seemed the extracurricular activities of his past weren’t about to affect our present.
I gave him the wide eyes and tossed out, “Looks like we’re going bareback, baby.”
“Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.”
I laughed at that, until his expression turned serious. He brushed a sweet, soft kiss against my lips, then said, “Hey Lay?”
“Yeah?”
“A lot of women… they, uh… they expect me to be some sort of sexual dynamo between the sheets.”
“Kinda tacky bringing up other women right now, don’t you think?”
“Sorry.”
“Besides. I’m not a lot of women.”
“Oh, I know that. I’m just trying to give you a heads up about what to expect here. Because I totally am.”
The kiss he planted on me was enough to stop our laughter, as I felt his hot, sweet lips slanting fiercely across my own. His tongue invaded my mouth, the taste of him sweeter than ever. His scent assaulted my inhales, the same crisp, clean smell that had always been a part of him.
I ran my hands up his sides, making him flinch and causing me to shudder. There were new planes of his body to explore, this foreign land of bulges and bumps along his arms, his chest, his stomach. I was taken aback by the feel of him, the firmness at my fingertips, the smooth skin covering the solid knots of muscle under my palms.
Trip was doing some exploring of his own.