Her eyes fall shut and she hums.
I massage her shoulders and upper back, then work my way lower. In minutes, though, she’s squirming beneath me, making me wonder if I’m being too aggressive.
“Too much pressure?”
She drops her head and gives it a shake. “No, I’m just—” She groans into the comforter beneath her. “I’m horny. You’re making me really fucking horny.”
Laughing, I clutch her by the hips and flip her over.
Eyes widening, she tries to adjust her tits, but before she can wrangle them, I duck down and suck a nipple into my mouth.
Her mouth drops open, and she whines. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I pull back and drink her in. She looks so goddamn delicious, her nipples pebbled, begging for more.
With a wicked grin, I bite down on the other. Then I lick away the sting. When I tug on her waistband, she squirms and grasps my wrists, stopping the movement. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not afraid of a little blood, baby girl. I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and if that’s not enough to satisfy you, I’ll fuck you until you come all over me.”
I grasp the elastic band of her pants again, but she squeezes my wrists harder, her body tensing. “Wait.”
She’s breathless, chest heaving and pupils blown out. Yet there’s anxiety there too.
“What’s wrong?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and blows out a breath. “I’m not on my period.”
I pull back, confusion washing over me. “What?”
Eyes open again, she pushes up to sitting and glances at the door before turning back to me but not meeting my eye. “I’m not on my period.”
“So when you texted, you were trying to blow me off?” I sit back a little, surprised by the sting that comes with that realization.
She rests a hand on my thigh and squeezes. “No.” She swallows thickly, like there’s more on her mind, but doesn’t say anything else.
“No, what? Please tell me what’s going on, because my mind is running with lots of ideas, and none of them are good.”
“I wasn’t telling you I was on my period. And I wasn’t trying to cancel on you.” She grunts, focus fixed on the floor. “But I figured you’d cancel on me after getting that text.”
I’m so fucking lost, and I’m still spiraling.
“The point of the calendar wasn’t to tell you that I was on my period. It was an ovulation calendar.” She peers up then, embarrassment shining in her eyes.
“Ovulation,” I repeat.
Her lips slant, like maybe she wants to laugh. “You know, like how you figure out when you’re ovulating?” She says it like it’s a question, her voice going up at the end.
My stomach drops when her meaning registers.
“Wait, you want me to knock you up?”
TWENTY-FIVE
CAMDEN
“She said what now?”Daniel nearly stabs his face with his fork, the piece of pancake falling to his plate rather than making it into his mouth.
War gawks at me, mouth hanging open, coffee cup hovering in front of him.
