“Good. You’ve been working hard. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She flashes me a smile and turns for the door, but pauses when her attention lands on my shirt. It’s the one Goodbye Kitty shirt I own, but it’s so damn cute. And I’m pretty sure there’s a dick hidden in the design, which is why I have it at all.
But it’s pink on black, feminine. Something my mother doesn’t approve of me wearing. I wait for her to say somethingand am pleasantly surprised when she smiles again and hurries from my room, leaving my door open.
I pick up the phone again. Laiken is still there. “She’s leaving,” I whisper.
“I heard. Hurry that sexy ass up.”
In the distance, I hear the front door close. “Watch for her to walk by.” I get off my bed and flick my light off, heading for the kitchen. I don’t go outside until Laiken tells me she walked by his house. Then I’m bolting it out the sliding door and across the lawn.
Laiken is waiting in the kitchen, leaning against the counter facing the glass doors. I hang up my phone and slide the door open. We meet in the middle of the kitchen, mouths colliding. His hand drops to my ass, hauling me off my feet so I wrap around him.
Behind me, the glass door slides closed, and I hear the lock click into place. Then he’s bringing me through the no-longer-mustard-yellow living room and down the hall, past the front door where he pauses to flick the deadbolt, and into his bedroom.
We land on his bed, Laiken on top of me, kissing like teenagers. His body is heavy, big, covering me entirely. I love the feel of him. How hot his skin is. The texture of his skin, the scruff of his hair against my face, how he practically buries me between his body and the mattress.
His hands move along my sides, slipping under my shirt to dance across my bare skin. My muscles dance in excitement.
“Your skin is so soft,” Laiken murmurs. “Like fucking silk.”
I grin. “I have a healthy lotion regimen.”
He hums in appreciation. His lips leave mine, and his face hovers as he stares into my eyes. Minutes pass, and still he stares.
“What’re you thinking?” I ask, scratching the hair on his jaw, loving the feel of it.
Laiken shakes his head subtly. “You know that feeling when you have a million thoughts and they feel crowded in the space, all jumbling together, so you can’t grasp one specific one?” I nod. “That’s it. I’m thinking so many things, but not a single one.”
“Good things? Bad things?”
“Good things,” Laiken says. “Maybe some guilty things.”
My smile climbs a little because I understand that. I tangle my fingers into his hair and bring his mouth down to mine. Sometimes the guilt makes everything taste a littlemore. Because we shouldn’t be doing this. It would probably upset a very important person in both of our lives.
“I want to take your clothes off,” Laiken murmurs.
I nod. “Do it.”
He doesn’t stop kissing me for another minute, but then pulls away to kneel between my legs. He pushes my shirt up first, and I sit up long enough for him to get it over my head. Then I lie back down, and his hands move over my chest.
Laiken has big hands. I swear, one covers me entirely as he touches me everywhere. Along my sternum, over my ribs, brushing my nipples, over my fluttering stomach, into my navel, then back up and along my collarbones.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
The way he’s looking at me, I believe him. He shifts so he can pull my pants off, his eyes flicker to mine. “Loose, linen pants. I haven’t seen you in anything but dick-bragging shorts in ages.”
I laugh. “These are nice to lounge around in. Shorts aren’t always comfortable to sit in because they ride and bunch and pinch in uncomfortable ways.”
“Ah.” He wiggles them down my hips and off, tossing them aside. He continues his examination of my legs, thighs, and hips.His fingers brush teasingly against my dick in passing, making shivers of arousal skate along my skin.
Just when I think I’m going to lose my mind, Laiken removes my underwear, leaving me completely exposed to him. I’m not quite hard. Hardening for sure, but not there yet. The more he touches me, though, the harder I become.
“Roll over. I need to see all of you.”
Grinning, I do as he requests and lie on my stomach. I’m not surprised when his hands go straight to my ass. He squeezes, massages, and spreads my cheeks.
