Good grief, I never even thought of that. Granted, I don't want to be stuck in Blue’s room all night. Bridgette and I have gotten close, but if she caught me ducking out in the wee hours of the morning, there’d be a lot of questions to answer. But sneaking into my room isn’t ideal. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if the guys come home and find you walking through the living room with your hands full of lube?”
Blue’s laugh is easy. “I’m bringing a bottle, Liza, not a case. And besides, I’d bet a thousand bucks there’s at least one bottle of lube stashed somewhere in the living room. I’m pretty sure Ollie and Fallon have a regular rotation for christening every room in the house. No one’s going to see us, but if they do, I’ll say I found it in between the couch cushions. Or I’ll squirt it at them and they’ll run like hell thinking it’s a prank.”
I can’t argue with that, and I don’t want to wait any longer to find out if last night was a fluke or if Blue can really make me feel that good again.
12
Liza
I’m sitting on my bed when I hear the Blue knock lightly on the door. I was only about two minutes ahead of him, so it’s no surprise that he’s here already. I watch as the knob turns slowly, and when Blue’s tall, broad frame fills my doorway, a shiver washes over me.
Concern mars his features as he strides across the room and crouches in front of me. His hands are warm and gentle as they cover mine. “Fuck the study, Liza. If you’re nervous or having second thoughts, we call this deal off right now and never speak of it again.
I crack a smile, ready to explain that he mistook my full-body silver for nerves, when it was really just anticipation. But, of course, Blue’s charging ahead and making assumptions when he doesn’t have the full story.
“I’m serious,” he continues, and the earnest tone in his voice batters my defenses a bit. “Say the word, and I’m out the door. Hell, it doesn’t matter if I’ve got my face between your thighs and your legs draped over my shoulders. If you change your mind, then we’re done, full stop.“
“I appreciate that. I really do,” I tell him, doing my best to match his sincerity. “But I haven’t changed my mind in the last few minutes, and I don’t intend to. I’m not second-guessing anything, and I’m not having doubts.”
He nods, but he’s still frowning. “When you saw me walk into the room, you looked nervous. I just want you to know you’re safe with me, Liza.”
“I do know that,” I assure him. Yeah, he’s an immature jerk sometimes. I’d never trust him with a water gun, and if he told me he refilled the salt shaker, I’d double check it to make sure it’s not full of sugar, but I know he’d never try to take advantage of me. “My reaction when you walked in here wasn’t rooted in fear,” I say honestly. “I’m not scared. I’m…excited”
Relief washes over his chiseled features. “Good. That’s good. If you want to slow things down, just say the word, okay? And I feel like this goes without saying, but the key to good sex is communication. If you like something, let me know. If you don’t, I want to know that, too. This is all about your pleasure, and what feels really good one day might not do the trick another day, and that’s fine. You’re calling the shots and?—”
“Great,” I interject. “In that case, my first command is for you to get down to business.”
His eyes are molten as his gaze wanders over my body. I’m still wearing the leggings and sweatshirt I changed into when I got into the game, but that doesn’t slow Blue down a bit. I can practically feel him calculating every curve on my body.
“Lie back on the bed,” he tells me as he points toward my bedside table. “Is your vibrator in here?”
I shake my head as I settle myself in the center of the bed. “No, it’s in the closet. I can’t even look at it.”
“Good thing you don’t have to, then, isn’t it?” His smile is wicked as he turns his attention to the closet. It takes him notime to locate the freaky little toy, but before he can begin to try out all its bells and whistles, he positions himself beside me.
Never in a million years did I think I’d be doing this. And most definitely not with Blue Halliday.
But here we are, in my room and on my bed. There should be alarm bells blaring in my head telling me to put a stop to this. Who in their right mind invites their nemesis over for an r-rated slumber party? My only excuse is that he permanently scrambled my good sense when he slipped his hand into my panties yesterday.
I’m not-so-patiently waiting for those hands to dive right back in where they left off, but that’s not what’s happening. Turning my head a little to the left, I face the man who specializes in driving me crazy, both in and out of the bedroom. “Why are you doing that?” I ask.
Blue’s brow furrows. “Doing what?”
“Looking at me,” I reply in frustration.
He laughs. “Because you’re fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
Immediately, I shake my head. “That’s not how this works. You don’t have to say pretty things to me. I’ve accepted that there’s a mutual attraction between us, and you happen to have something I desperately want, which is the ability to bestow orgasms. So,” My words trail off as I make a fidgety motion with my hands. I’m rambly and awkward, but I’m blaming that on Blue.
He has the audacity to chuckle at me. He doesn’t even try to hide the smile creasing his too-handsome face. “So what?” he asks. “You want me to shut up and get to work?”
That’s exactly what I want, but it suddenly seems like the wrong thing to ask for.
“You’re a worse liar than I am, DeWalt,” he says, tracing the crewneck collar of my sweatshirt. It shouldn't be a sexy move, but I think Blue could make sneezing sexy if he tried.
What am I saying? The man oozes sex appeal without any effort. “You’re the problem,” I blurt.
He’s not even ruffled by my outburst and it’s maddening the way he’s looking at me and outlining my sweatshirt like it’s sexy lingerie and not free merch from the hockey team.
