Her face glows with her embarrassment. “Oh, um . . . Yeah, I guess. As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Leaning down, my lips find her ear. “You were thinking about me. Thinking about us. I’m not one for making love, but I can guarantee that you’ll beg for more.”
To my surprise, her body relaxes into mine. My words affect her.
“Whenever you’re ready, you let me know.” I kiss just below her ear and can see the goose bumps break out over her skin. With extreme strength, and a rock-hard cock, I step away from her, grab both of our bags and head inside.
The foyer is filled with luggage; I add ours to the mix and follow the voices into the living room. Tristan and Gavin are sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the table. Kacen and Logan are curled up together in the oversized chair. That leaves the love seat, and I give an internal fist bump; Stacy is going to have to sit beside me.
“Hey, man,” Tristan says.
I nod in greeting. “What are we watching?”
The four of them look at me, all wearing confused looks.
“Seriously, none of you know?”
Gavin and Tristan both have their phones in their hands and Kacen has his wife in his. I just shake my head and reach for the remote. “Stacy’s here too. My cab pulled up just after hers.”
“This is really happening,” Logan says, her voice reverent.
“It’s happening, baby,” Kacen tells her.
“Hey, you all packed?” Logan asks Stacy as she enters the room.
I watch as she surveys the area, looking at the couch where Gav and Tristan are sprawled out. I purposely made sure there looked like plenty of room was left on the love seat beside me. I can change that once she decides to sit down. She glances at the spot beside me and she looks nervous. I flash her a calming smile and I can see the minute her decision is made.
“Yes, I just brought the basics,” she tells her best friend as she moves toward me.
As soon as she sits, I shift a little closer. I don’t think she notices. This girl—what is it about her that I can’t let go? It has to be the chase. The fact that she doesn’t fall at my feet like all the others. I didn’t realize how fun it could be to pursue someone.
Stacy settles back against the couch, and I lift my arm and lay it across the back. I’m not touching her, but it’s a more intimate position for sure. Logan gives us a bright smile, while Kacen looks worried. Gavin and Tristan are oblivious, lost in whatever it is on their phones that’s captured their attention.
“What are we watching?” Stacy asks.
I chuckle and hand her the remote. “They have no idea.” I roll my eyes.
“You pick.” She passes it back to me.
“I’m good with anything.” I gently touch her arm and push. It’s not lost on me that I really want to be pulling her into my lap and crushing her lips with mine. Patience is not something I’ve had to practice, since our careers make it possible to have what we want at our fingertips. Until now, that is.
She scrolls through the channels, not finding anything.
“Wait, go back,” Logan says. I didn’t even realize she was paying attention.
Stacy backs through the channels. “There.” Logan grins. Pretty Woman is playing. “I love this movie.”
Satisfied, Stacy sets the remote on the table in front of us. I kick off my shoes and prop my feet up.
I couldn’t care less what movie the girls want to watch, since I doubt I’ll be able to pay much attention anyway. Instead, I’ll be sitting here, breathing in her sweet scent. Mentally arguing with my cock that it’s not time to come out and play. I want it just as bad as he does, maybe more, but I need to spend some time getting to know her better. Figure out a way to convince her that a night together would not be a mistake.
As the sun sets, the house grows dark, with only the TV for light. Gavin has fallen asleep. Tristan goes back and forth from the movie to his phone. Kacen only has eyes for his wife, and her eyes are glued to the screen. Stacy is just as engrossed. She wiggles in her seat, and I let instinct take over. My arm, which has been stretched out on the back of the love seat, drops to her shoulders and I pull her against me. She doesn’t resist like I assumed she would; instead, she looks up from under her lashes, those big green eyes questioning me.
“Relax,” I whisper. She continues to watch me, searching for an ulterior motive. She must find what she’s looking for. Her eyes leave mine and focus back on the movie as she settles against me.
That’s when it hits me—I’ve never done this. I’m twenty-five years old and I’ve never just hung out with a girl. Never just held anyone in my arms for the sake of watching a movie. Well, no one but Mia. I admit that it’s . . . relaxing. No pressure, no pretense—just chilling on the couch, beautiful girl in my arms.