“What’s what?” I say, knowing exactly what she’s talking about, but not wanting to give her the satisfaction of her knowing that I know she can feel my dick pulsing and throbbing between us.Jeez, I’m freaking losing it.
“Well, hello there, Mr. Montgomery. Are you happy to see me or are you holding a pencil in your hand?”
“My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than a pencil,” I growl.
“Is it?”
“Yes, it is.” I could call her bluff and show her, see what she does with it.
“Uh huh, sure.”
She presses her hands to my sides and tries to push herself off me, but the blankets we’re wrapped in prevent her from getting far. She tries to roll to her side and somehow manages to tangle the sheets tighter around our bodies. Now there’s no denying how aroused I am, with it all smashed up against her stomach.
“I’m just…I’m trying to get up,” she mutters.
“Then get up,” I can’t help but chuckle.
Her cheeks redden. “I will,” she says, curtly.
“Good,” I whisper, not wanting her to.
I push down as she slides her body up trying to squirm her way free, but we both still when we’re eye level and our lips only inches apart.
“You’re getting us more tangled,” she says.
“Oh, this is all my fault, huh?”
“Yes. It is,” she says flatly.
“Well, why did you put all these blankets on us and wrap us up all burrito-style?” I ask.
“So we wouldn’t die,” she snaps.
She squiggles up more, higher on my body.
“Jesus, okay, stop moving. Seriously, don’t move,” I say, trying to hold in a laugh.
She pulls her head back and squints her eyes down at me. “Why?” she barks.
“Why?Are you serious? If you keep climbing up my body, in about three more seconds your tits are going to be smashed across my face and I will not be held responsible for what happens to them when they get there.”
“You’re disgusting,” she says. I’d agree with her too, but the corner of her lips lift up in a small smile, and my thoughts sort of get lost in the expression. Instinctively, I slide my hands up her sides, stopping one on the curve of her waist and the other gently up to the side of her neck.
A small gasp escapes her lips.
Beneath my thumb, the pulse in her throat races and a darker blush than before floods her face. Her lips part slightly, and the sudden urge to kiss her overwhelms me. For a brief moment the heat of her skin everywhere it touches mine burns through me. It feels almost electric, like hot fiery sparks pulsing between both our bodies.
I have no desire to break free of these blankets. Ever again, in fact. Though I can’t see either of us setting aside our differences to deal honestly with what’s happening at this very moment, I still don’t want to move. For just a few breaths I want to savor this…undeniable sensation, this electrifying awareness of one another’s bodies. It’s the single most stunningly erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
Focus on reality, you perverted jackass.
Claire and I hooking up right now would be nothing more than a mistake.
“So, you look like life’s been treating you well the last decade,” I say.
For a moment her eyes get lost in the back of her head.
“Oh, wow. You lost your baby blues there for a second. Such animosity for someone who seems to be doing really well for themselves. This is a nice little set-up you and your mother have here,” I say.
