“What am I supposed to do?” I feel guilty watching her do all the cleaning while I twiddle my thumbs.
“Sit there and look pretty.” She scrapes the meagerremainder of salad into the trash. “Or you could pick a movie?”
I jump at the opportunity to be productive, and, if I’m honest, I need the escape because I can’t resist the urge to check her out every time her back is turned.
“I can do that,” I say while checking the timer on my phone. There’s a batch of brownies in the oven that’ll be done in about fifteen minutes. “Any requests?”
“Surprise me.”
Scrolling through movie titles, nothing jumps out at me. I’m sitting crisscross applesauce in the middle of the sectional. My running shorts ride up my thighs, and I’m wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut so low the holes nearly touch the hem of my shorts. Underneath that, I have on my favorite navy Nike sports bra. And, fine, I may have intentionally neglected to grab a blanket because the more skin I can show off the better.
Ugh. Here I go again.
My hands are restless as I shuffle through options without fully processing what they are. It was a onetime thing. Casey and I both agreed to that. I need to chill before I make her uncomfortable and mess things up. It’s just like Casey said, she was my best friend before we had sex, and she’s my best friend after. I can’t keep eye fucking her and trying to seduce her if I want things to go back to normal.
“Ooh, let’s watch that one.” Casey startles me as she approaches my spot on the couch, a glass of red wine in one hand and a fuzzy throw blanket in the other. She settles in next to me, curling her body against mine and wrapping the blanket around us both.
I settle into her warmth. Her bent knees lay atop my thigh, and my hand instinctively rests on her leg. My pulse quickens, and I focus on calming down my breathing. This.Is. Normal. Casey and I cuddle all the time. It would be weird if we didn’t.
Just relax,I remind myself while clicking play on the rom-com she suggested.
Casey chuckles at a joke I don’t hear. How is she so good at this? She’s so cool and calm like it’s no big deal for us to go back to normal. She had her face in between my thighs for hours, and now she’s sitting here like it never happened. Damn. I need to take a page out of her book. I focus forward, but I’ve missed the whole setup of the movie.
A man appears on screen, causing the main character to gasp. Casey gasps alongside her.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“Brian—her high school sweetheart.” She smiles ruefully. “Aren’t you paying attention?”
“No, yeah, definitely. I am!” I say. “I just … um.”
“Sure you are,” she teases then bumps my shoulder with hers. I laugh, but she cuts off her own giggle with a swear. I turn to her expectantly.
“Crap. I spilled.” Casey sets her wineglass down on the coffee table and grabs a napkin.
“Oh, shit.” I turn in search for extra but don’t see any. “I’ll grab more.”
She stops me with a hand on my forearm. “It’s okay, I got it.” She dabs at her chest and sighs. “I can’t believe I did that,” she adds, but I can hardly hear her.
She’s pulled the hoodie zipper down to her sternum, and all she has on underneath is a lacy red bra. It cups her breasts perfectly, and I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of fabric in my life. A light trickle of wine trails down her cleavage and disappears into her bra. I want to move her hand and use my tongue to finish the job by licking her dry.
Ah,what the hell?I’m gawking at her like a teenage boy,my tongue heavy and my stomach rolling. Yet it’s only just now occurring to me that I never got to touchherlast night. I was so lost in how turned on Commanding Casey made me feel, I let her do all the work. I had tried once to reciprocate, but she grabbed my wrist and told me, “Tonight’s all about you.” Forget pillow princess, I became a pillow queen.
But Casey is so damn sexy. How could I have missed my chance to lick the spot the wine trails down her breasts? To taste my way lower until I found how wet I made her? To plunge my fingers deep inside her and make her come on my tongue?
“Dakota?” Casey asks.
I look away as my skin flames with heat. Great. She caught me staring at her tits.
“Sorry,” I grumble pathetically and steal a glance back at her to assess the damage. But instead of being uncomfortable by my gawking, I find a sultry smile.
“See something you like?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice.
My breath hitches. “Um. Uh. What?”
She moves her hand with the napkin away, leaving her body exposed, and,oh fuck, the zipper dropped lower, the material falling further open. I gulp audibly at the sight of her hard nipples pressing against the lacy red fabric of her bra. Her cleavage is wet and inviting, and it’s taking every ounce of control to not close the distance between us.
“I said.” Casey tilts my chin up. I swallow at the heat burning in her emerald eyes. “Do you see something you like?”
