“We will do this when we get back.” I tighten my grip around her waist, and Baya slides over, filling in the gap between us. “It just might be a while before it actually happens.” Cole pops to mind. We both know he’s the only thing standing between the two of us enjoying a movie in one another’s arms back at the apartment.
“I hate the thought of it being a while.” She twirls her fingers through my hair.
“Me, too.” I tuck my hand down under her shirt just enough to feel her warm, smooth skin. I’d hate for Annie to look back and see me feeling up my girlfriend, so I try to keep it discrete.
“Hey,” I whisper brushing my lips over her brow. “You know what I just realized?”
“How much better the cookies taste because I made them?” She runs her fingers over my ribs, and I can feel a dull ache of pleasure trail all the way down to my balls.
“I won’t contest that.” I burrow my face into her neck. “But, actually, I was thinking—” On second thought it’s ridiculous to announce to someone you consider them your girlfriend. It’s funny, though, because I’ve felt a strong connection to her right from the beginning.
“What?” She touches her finger over my lips, and the heat factor rises in my jeans. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle you, and if you try to tickle me back, your sister and her friend will throw their shoes at your privates. It’s girl code.”
“They’re not wearing any shoes.” I nod over to their feet waving in the air as they lie on their bellies. “But, just in case they’re within reach”—a small laugh rumbles from me as I touch my lips to her ear—“I was just thinking how special you are—how we’re together. You know, you’re my girlfriend.” My Adam’s apple rises and falls as I swallow hard. It takes all of my strength to keep thoughts of the past at bay. My finger floats to her mouth, and I trace out the smile taking over.
“Really?” She scoots her head onto my shoulder to get a better look at me. “I’m honored to be your girlfriend.” She leans in and passes her lips over mine, soft as air. “Thank you.”
“I’m the thankful one,” I blow it hot in her ear.
Baya tucks in closer until she’s partially sitting on my lap, and my dick does its best to salute her.
Shit. I move a little to the left to divert a full-blown situation from presenting itself, but Baya jumps on board without hesitating, and I pull her in close, hoping she won’t notice.
“Someone is happy to see me.” Her bottom lip curves into a delicious smile. “You want to take this party someplace else?”
“I would if I felt like I could walk across the room.” I seal my lips over her neck.
The movie ends in a blur. But I couldn’t focus on it anyway, not with Baya taking up all my available brain cells—the rush of blood she’s sending to stray parts of my body. Not that I mind. I plan on reverting all of my focus to Baya from now on. It feels good to love someone again—and to have them love me back.
“You want to get to bed?” I pull her up off the couch.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
