“Sorry, I’ll let you sleep,” I said and began to walk away.
But before I could get more than a step away, her hand left the comforter and she reached out for me. It was awkward—she grabbed my first two fingers like a little kid might have—but it was enough to get me to stop cold. Then her grip shifted to something way more adult, and she flattened her palm up against mine, pivoting her wrist so we could have been on either side of a pane of glass in prison. In that moment, I swear to God I could hear the grandfather clock a whole story away going tick-tock, tick-tock.
Moment of truth. Now or never.
But I wasn’t going to push. Fuck knows I’d pretty much pushed my luck to the limit already.
“It really is okay, Dave. I’m glad you came to check on me.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” she said with a smile in her voice. I don’t know how I could hear it, but I could. I could hear her smiling, even though I couldn’t see her. So I took my chance. I bit the bullet for the second time that night; I shifted my fingers slightly and knitted our hands together. My grip tightened, but hers tightened even more. It absolutely did. For a minute, I let myself get caught up in the size of her hands against mine. She wasn’t some shrinking violet—she was strong enough to hike four miles in the worst weather I’d ever seen—but still delicate. So much the opposite of me, really. In size, and the softness of her skin, and the tenderness of her touch.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve got some boyfriend worried sick about you,” I said. “Because I’d be fucking wrecked.”
She laughed softly through her nose. “No, I don’t.”
“Or a husband.”
“Not that either.”
“Or a girlfriend. Or a wife.”
“Or that,” she said, laughing a bit more. “You’re sweet. But, no, there’s nobody. Not even a dog. I work too much for any of that.”
I wished I didn’t understand that, but I absolutely did. “Good. That you don’t have anybody. Not that you work too much.” Hear that sound? That’s the hole you’re in, getting bigger.
But Lisa was either still half asleep or infinitely patient with my BS. “Well…maybe,” she said softly, “we shouldn’t think about work.”
Goddamn it. It was happening. “Agreed. But I’ve got something else we should think about.”
“Do you?” she said, and her left eyebrow arched just a fucking millimeter.
I moved the pad of my thumb down her lip. “Yeah. I do.”
Still holding my hand tight, she moved the comforter back to make some space for me. “Come on. Get in.”
When she pulled the sheets off of her body, I actually growled. She wasn’t in my pajamas anymore, but instead, in her lacy panties, a shock of pink against the white sheets.
Seeing that made something inside me go crazy for her. Up until that moment, I’d managed to resist her somehow, to ignore the thing that had to happen—but then I saw those bare hips and the curve of that ass and her inner thighs, and I was fucking powerless to stop myself. The need to have her took over—so simple, so basic, so exactly right. I didn’t listen to logic; I didn’t listen to rules. Instead, while it sounded like the world was ending outside her window, I listened to my cock. I got on top of her, my knees on either side of her body, and took her other hand in mine. I pinned her hands back onto the sheets, on either side of her head. I leaned in and nudged her cheek with my nose and dragged my stubble against her cheek. Yeah, flowers. Yeah, strawberries. Yeah, everything.
“I think you were kissing me when I woke up.”
“I was,” I told her, letting her feel my weight, making her understand what she was in for. “Just on the forehead, though. Not like I wanted.”
Lisa nodded, her hair shifting. “I think you should do it again. For real.”
“Oh yeah? You want me to kiss you?” Now my hard-on, which had been raging, was becoming almost unbearable. I shifted my hips, and my cock emerged from the opening in my pants. I let the head of my cock slide along the lacy edge at the top of her panties, moving toward her belly button.
“I do.”
“Kissing you isn’t all I’m going to do,” I told her.
And how did she answer me? There, pinned underneath me, so fucking sexy I couldn’t even see straight?
She pressed her hips into me, bit her lip, and said, “I sure hope not.”
Fuck.
7
Lisa
And did he ever kiss me. He did this thing, like when I startled him awake on the couch, where he’d inhale hard and hold his breath like he was savoring me. But I was savoring him, too, savoring every single thing about him because he kissed…with passion and aggression and not one instant of hesitation. If it were a fairy tale, I’d have said he kissed like a prince.
But, really, he kissed like a boss.
He kissed with his whole body, too, and I could feel how hard he was, and how huge, when he pressed into my stomach. I made a move to try to reach out for him, to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me—he just gripped my hands in his, pressing them farther into the downy, fluffy, luxurious mattress, and I felt him smile into the kiss.
It wasn’t like me to do this, to get in bed with a man I’d only just met. But I was just so drawn to him and so glad to be alive and so utterly floored that this gorgeous man, this boss-kissing, hip-driving, hunk of a man was the one whom I’d fainted into, that I found myself utterly swept away by it all. And for the first time in my life, I just let that happen. I didn’t question it or get self-conscious about it. I just went with it.
And it was absolutely magical.
“Tell me what you want,” he said as he pulled away from the kiss finally, letting me catch my breath.
“You. This,” I said, trying to show him as best I could from my delightfully compromised position underneath him.
“Say it.”
“I want you…”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“Say it, Lisa,” he said, all gruff and aggressive.
“Inside me.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He let my hands go free and came up to kneeling on either side of me. Automatically, my hand moved to his waistband, my fingers trailing along that silky map. The treasure trail was absolutely perfect. Not too much, not too little. Not wimpy, not bear-like. Just…billboard-perfect.
“Me first,” he said, crawling down my body and taking the zipper of his Jets hoodie between his front teeth. Because it was so loose on me, he couldn’t get a good grip. But I held the zipper steady, and tooth by tooth, he undid me.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said, sliding his hand down my body—and not being gentle about it either. I reached through the gap in his PJs and parted the seam of his boxers until I found him. All of him. Boss. Total boss.
Again, he growled, a deep, chesty rumble I found totally intoxicating. “I like that,” I told him. “I didn’t think you’d be a growler.”
“No?” he said, watching me as I slipped his cock free from his pants, groaning as I ran my fingertips softly over the shaft.