I arched an eyebrow. “Where was my invite?”
“The shower is free now.” Her smile was coy as she shrugged. That coyness spread through her movements too as she went to walk by.
My hand went out to grip the other side of the doorframe, blocking her path as her stomach bumped into my forearm. I brought that hand to her waist, turning her to face me before I walked her backward. She bit her bottom lip, her breath hitching in her throat when she bumped into the frame.
“I don’t know about you,” I said deeply, dropping my gaze over her body. I skimmed my hand up beneath her shirt. The soft fabric pooled over my wrist as I trailed my touch up the front of her body, watching as she arched off the doorframe and rested her head back. “But I’ve been wantin’ to remove your clothes since we entered the apartment. And now you’ve gone and put more on.”
She was melting beneath my palm, shifting her legs together as her eyelids fluttered. “Then take them—”
Her phone rang out, buzzing obnoxiously from the nightstand. After the fifth ring, it stopped.
And we resumed what we were doing.
The ringing started again.
“I should get that,” she sighed, pulling away.
I clenched my jaw at the ringing, and then removed my hand from beneath her top to let her pass, letting my intrusive thoughts win as I slapped her on the backside when she walked by.
She yelped as she went to her phone, throwing a look over her shoulder at me before composing herself enough to answer the call. When she mouthed that it was her mother, I pressed my lips together in understanding and headed into the bathroom.
With nothing better to do, I had a shower — a quick, lukewarm shower that did nothing to ease the subtle tension in my cock whatsoever. When I was done, I went without the shirt. Removing it with the bruises on my ribs was painful enough, and I wasn’t about to go through that again trying to pull the thing over my head.
Lily was still on the phone when I walked out of the bathroom, so I sat on the end of her bed. Dropping my shirt on the covers while I watched her slowly pace the floor in front of me, her head nodding along to whatever her mother was saying — something about making fliers.
My head tilted to one side as my eyes went down to her legs in those shorts.
She eventually slowed to a stop in front of me, rubbing the back of her neck as she cringed slightly and said, “Do you mind if Candice does it?” She glanced at me — at my bare chest. “I’m kind of busy tonight...”
My eyebrows went up before I smoothed my hand around the back of her thigh, and gently pulled her towards me. Her knees bumped into mine as her smile grew.
“Mom, listen—”
I slid my hand up the back of her leg, watching as she blushed.
Her throat bobbed. “I already made p-plans. I don't have time to type out fliers. I also might be a little late tomorrow.”
My hand drifted higher towards the bump of her ass, curving beneath the hem of her shorts before my fingertips reached between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, which sent my blood racing as I traced my finger along her. Drawing a line right to her clit and back again.
Her knee dipped slightly before she straightened her leg, rolling her head back and pressing her lips together. She muttered a curse as her mother lectured her from the other end of the call. But Lily wasn't listening to a word.
“I have to go," she blurted out and ended the call, squeezing her thighs.
“Nicely done,” I purred, withdrawing my hand.
She ground her teeth as she looked at me with hungry eyes, flicked her phone to silent, and tossed it onto the bed. “You’re a menace.”
“A fuckable menace.” My lips curved into a smirk as I leaned back on my elbows.
Her brow arched up in challenge before she dipped her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her shorts down. They pooled at her slender ankles and she stepped out of them.
My eyes traveled up from her center to meet her gaze as she moved closer. She lifted one knee to the bed, brought up the other, and then held onto my shoulders as she slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Her gaze, burning with desire, held mine as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. She only got halfway down her middle before I caved.
I sat up again, gripping her waist as our lips crashed together. Never mind that my ribs were still tender, I wanted this. Needed it.
Her fingers curled into the back of my scalp, and I groaned against her mouth, sliding my hands beneath her thighs to move her closer. Then moved my lips down her jaw, nudging her head into a tilt as I dragged kisses down the side of her neck. Bringing one hand to the small of her back, and the other between her legs.
She sucked in a breath as I toyed with her clit, hanging her head as she looked down panting.
