“Just wait,” I murmur against the crown of her head, letting my fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns along the outside of her arm and the back of her neck. She’d pulled her hair up in a cute, messy bun, giving me free access to that spot. With every pass of my fingers against her nape, she shivers slightly, and her breath hitches.
It’s heaven and hell both at once. I’m hyperaware of her body against mine, the sounds of her shifting to get closer amplified over the movie. It doesn’t help that as we share the bag of Skittles, she eats them slowly, slipping them into her mouth, one at a time. I watch her drag out every bite, sucking off the candy coating before she chews and swallows. It’s a maddening mind-fuck that has me ready to dive headfirst into an ice bath—or her.
By the time the credits roll, I’m pulled tighter than a guitar string.
“I get it now.” She looks up at me, her glasses slipping a bit down her nose, her voice filled with wonder. “It’s not just the action. It’s everything. The visuals, the strength, the culture—it was beautiful.”
“I’m glad you saw it that way.”
“You might’ve converted me. I’m up for the sequel.”
I smile and gently push her glasses back in place for her. “We could do it at my place. I’ll show you my studio.”
“I’d love that.” She unfolds her long legs and stands. “I’m going to get some wine. Do you want anything?”
Yeah, I want something.I want to peel off that baggie hoodie and taste every inch of her soft skin.
“Chaz?” she says, forcing my thoughts back in line. “Can I get you anything to drink? More wine?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
She disappears into the kitchen and returns with her glass half-full. “Are you up for playing a game of Scrabble?”
It’s an innocent question, but every word she speaks translates into something sexual in my mind. I’d gotten to touch her breasts the other night, but I hadn’t been able to see them clearly in the dark. Now, looking at her all covered up, I’m dying to know what color her nipples are.
“Chaz?” she prompts, narrowing her eyes at me.
I shift on the couch, thinking if I don’t get my shit together, I’m going to have to pull a pillow over my lap. “Yeah?”
“I asked if you wanted to play Scrabble. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” If having all the blood rush from my brain to my dick qualifies as fine.
“You don’t seem fine. Something’s obviously on your mind. Just tell me.”
“You sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
I meet her eyes, letting my grin spread lazily. “I can’t stop imagining what your nipples look like.”
She softly gasps, and her cheeks flush pink.
“You asked,” I say with a shrug.
“I did,” she replies, not appearing offended. If anything, her surprise has morphed into curiosity. Leaning against the archway, her teeth bite into the corner of her plump bottom lip, rolling it inward. “What did you imagine?”
“Light, golden brown,” I say, dropping my voice. “Like two pieces of toffee. The hard kind, you just want to suck on.”
A visible shiver moves through her, and the air thickens.
“Am I right?”
In a bold move, she teases, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Meaning?” Her eyebrow arches.
