Bailey smirked. “Probably trying to prove they aren’t listening.”
“Probably. But they’re protesting a little too much for me to buy it.” My gaze traveled around the room, scanning methodically. “Either way, got a speaker? We can throw on some music to muffle your screams.”
Her eyes widened and she lowered her voice. “You’re teasing me, right? I don’t scream in bed…do I?” A pink flush crept across her cheeks.
I grinned, because she was adorable and, well, she kinda did. “You’ve come pretty close.” I rubbed a hand over my cheek, thinking. “I feel like there’s a good dirty joke in there somewhere. But there isn’t enough blood going to my brain right now to connect those dots.”
Bailey shook her head and huffed a cute, bashful laugh. She swiped at the iPad beside her and put on a random Spotify station without looking twice. Music poured out of a purple wireless speaker on her desk beside the bed. The volume was just high enough to create some background noise and afford us a little more privacy.
Music would only help so much, though—all teasing aside, she was pretty loud sometimes. But worst case, I could kiss her to muffle some of her cries. And my lips on hers put her over the edge when she was close to coming, which was both flattering and hot as hell.
Our eyes locked, and the energy shifted, the air turning heavy with anticipation. With a hand behind her neck, I pulled her closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut as our lips came together, our mouths exploring.
Shifting, I eased her onto her back beneath me and settled between her legs. I grabbed her hands and threaded her fingers in mine, pinning them to the bed. She let out a soft sigh, squeezing my hands and kissing me back more deeply.
A rush ran through my body, but it was more than physical. Every time we fooled around, I fell a little harder. Sex with her was next-level. All the casual hookups and one-night stands could never have prepared me for it.
I broke away from the kiss, catching her eye. “Hey, James? I’ll stay over.” I pulled one hand free and traced a finger along the side of her neck, down between her breasts over her soft knit sweater.
Her gold-flecked eyes studied me, watchful, blond hair spread out across the pillow beneath her.
“I’ll set my alarm and make sure I’m up in time tomorrow morning.”
Bailey’s brow knit together. “But you don’t have any of your stuff.”
“I can get up early and swing by home first,” I said. “If we’re going to have sex, it feels wrong for me to leave after.” Wrong was an understatement. I would feel like an asshole. I’d almost rather not fool around at all than do that to her.
“I kind of thought so too. But I didn’t want to seem needy.”
There was a tug in my stomach at hearing her say that.
I held her gaze. “I want you to ask for the things you need. Or, you know, demand them.” I shrugged. “Because that would be pretty hot.” I didn’t mind the idea of a little role reversal with her bossing me around once in a while.
She pulled her lush bottom lip between her teeth for a beat and released it. “Well, I would like it if you stayed.”
“Done.” I glanced down at the mattress beneath us, which was significantly smaller than mine. For two tall people, it would be a tight squeeze. “Though your bed is pretty small, so I guess we’ll be spooning all night.”
And by spooning, I meant she was guaranteed to wake up with me pressing up against her perfect round ass. But that happened at my place anyway.
“That’s okay. I like spooning.”
“So do I,” I admitted. And I never thought I would be saying that.
I grabbed the hem of my black T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then hovered over her again. Her eyelids grew heavy as her soft hands slid along my torso, fingers gripping the muscles. I hung my head and let out a groan, savoring the feeling of her touch. Four days felt like four years.
“Picking up where we left off,” I said, glancing back up at her, “I think I was telling you how much I missed you.”
“Yeah?” Bailey’s lips tugged into a smile. “Keep talking.”
“I missed this.” Ducking my head, I nipped at the top of her neck below her jawline, alternating with soft kisses as I moved down the span of perfect, smooth skin.
She let out a hum, running her palms down my back.
“And this,” I murmured, inhaling against her skin and savoring the vanilla spice of her perfume combined with a scent that was uniquely her. A massive surge of desire hit me, waging war between my need to take her immediately and the desire to take my time. But tonight she needed slow, and I was more than happy to comply.
I bracketed her jaw with my hand, angling her head so her eyes met mine. “Definitely this.” I brought my lips down against hers, pushing into her mouth.
Bailey sighed, dragging her hands up to grip my shoulders and sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. I could kiss her all day, taking my time touching her and tasting her. In theory. With the current situation, I’d probably need some release eventually because I was wound pretty tightly after being apart.
Still kissing, still holding her face, I reached under her sweater with my other hand, caressing her ribcage to find nothing but a thin tank top over a span of uninterrupted skin—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck. So hot.
She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of my gray joggers, and I helped her drag them down. I was left in nothing but black boxer briefs. And she had some catching up to do.
Breaking apart from her mouth, I lifted her hips and tugged down her pants. I ran my hands along the curves of her thighs, down to her smooth, slender calves. “Missed these legs too.”
Pulling off her pajamas one foot at a time, I glided my palms back up her warm skin. My hands came to rest on her hips, still clad in her little black cotton panties. Damn. They were simple but sexy as hell. She sat up partway, helping me pull off her purple sweater and tank top. In a flash, she was nearly naked, and I was in heaven.
I cupped her full, perky breasts, squeezing. “Can’t forget these.” She tipped her head back as I brushed my lips along her collarbone, then skimmed lower to kiss the swell of her breasts.
My fingers traveled down her stomach, dipping below the waistband of her underwear. I moved lower, between her legs, where she was soaking wet already. “And you know I missed your pussy.”
Bailey drew in a shaky inhale, hips tilting in response to my touch. I stroked her, and she grabbed me over my underwear, sending another swell of pleasure through my body. She squirmed beneath me, circling her pelvis against my hand. The way she was moving, like she knew exactly what she wanted, gave me an idea.
I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up off the bed beneath me. “Hang tight, baby.” Kissing her again, I placed a hand between her shoulder blades. She giggled against my mouth as I flipped us around in one sweeping movement, putting her on top of me so she was straddling my hips.
“Show off.” Bailey arched an eyebrow playfully.
“Maybe a little,” I said. “But this is a great view.”
James on top of me, topless with nothing but that tiny black underwear. Hair falling around her shoulders, framing her perky tits. Perfection in every way.
She gave me a crooked smile, examining my torso. “I don’t know. I think mine’s better.”
My fingers spanned her waist, pulling her down as I thrust up to meet her. She let out a small whimper and closed her eyes, moving her pelvis, grinding against me in response.
“I missed your sounds too.”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, biting her bottom lip.