“It’s the truth. You threw color into my sad, gray life. I know that sounds cheesy considering you were wearing every color under the sun the first time I met you, but you were the first jab of pure happiness I had felt in a very, very long time. I wanted to be around you all the time.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “This was just supposed to be a game. Nothing more. How did we get here?”
“You’ve never been a game to me. The Brain Bowl is separate from the way I feel about you. The game is temporary and will end someday, but this?” He gestures between our chests. “This has never felt temporary to me.Youhave never been temporary to me.”
I hold my pinky out. “You promise?”
He looks down warily at it. “Of course, but I know you hate big promises. You don’t have to do this.”
I lift his hand and hook my pinky around his and squeeze. “I believeyourbig promises.”
Without hesitation, he leans in, his lips so close to mine. “I’m so lucky,” he whispers, slipping one hand into my hair, while the other fists the skirt he’s been staring at all evening. His fingers trail up and down my thighs, leaving streaks of heat in their wake.
“You really are,” I tease before our mouths collide.
This kiss is much less careful than the ones before. My body heats up quickly from roaming hands, nips, and nibbles.
Pushing my hips into his, I yank his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto the rug. My lips find his neck, placing bites alonghis jaw and collarbone. Each freckle gets some much-needed attention before I come back to his lips.
He meets every roll of my hips with precision, sending bouts of electricity through my body from the friction against me. His hands find my ass, roaming over the thin fabric, and he groans against my lips.
There are too many layers between us.
I need them off.
I need himnow.
Cold air chills my lips when he suddenly pulls back, his full lips pink and swollen. Each individual freckle across his nose, cheeks, and chin glistens in the dim light. I search for an inkling of doubt in his features, but I find none.
“I know emotions are running high right now, but if you want to stop, say the word and it’s done. I’m happy being here with you. On the couch, fully clothed, watching cartoons.”
My grip on his arm tightens. “Holy shit. Why was that so hot?”
“Someone respecting your boundaries? Not sure, but I’m happy to be of service.” He rubs his hands up and down my legs. “If you do want to continue, I have one rule. I want our first time to have time and space, and that’s not going to be tonight.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Wait, why do you get to set rules? That seems unfair.”
“Do you have any rules?”
“Well… no. I just like being in charge.”
The deep chuckle he lets out when I crawl off his lap sends my arousal into overdrive. “You’re always in charge here, Ed.”
Once in my bedroom, I close the door behind me and click the lock as his weight falls onto the mattress. My eyes fall to his hand in his lap, adjusting himself as he waits. An aroused Kenneth is one I’ve never seenbefore, and one I won’t ever forget. I rub my legs together at the sight of him and imagine him between them.
I’mgoingto put him between them.
I drop my skirt to the ground in a heap. “It’s laundry day,” I explain, overly serious for someone wearingThe Hulkpanties. “No judgment allowed. I didn’t think this would happen tonight.”
As if he can’t wait any longer, he crosses the room and walks me to my bed. He sits down and pulls me in between his legs, peppering the sliver of skin between my tank and underwear with kisses.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
Instead of the usual eye roll that would accompany such sweetness, I hide my embarrassment by unfastening his belt. Before I can unlatch it, he turns me around and pins my back to his chest.
“Eddie.” His lips brush my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath. “As badly as I want you to touch me, tonight is all about you.”
I shake my head in protest. Doesn’t he know I can feel him against me? His body is practically begging to be touched as I grind against his lap, desperate to make him feel good. And to be honest, if he’s worried about not lasting long, I think he will be surprised at how quickly I fall apart.
