“No,” I correct. “He said I can’t kill you.”
“I’m pretty sure rendering me blind is also a bad idea.”
“Fine,” I say, sighing dramatically. “Let’s finish this. Just one more piece to go.”
Blue lifts the turret into place and I duck underneath him again to screw it into the base, but the angle is different on this side, so I have to crane my neck to see what I’m doing. That wouldn’t ordinarily be a problem, but our positioning puts me up-close and personal with his broad chest. He takes a step back and tilts his head down to make sure I’m okay, since I’ve been quiet for way too long.
“Are you?—”
“I’m fine,” I insist, taking a step forward to get out of this cat tree and away from the hotness that is Blue Halliday. Unfortunately, my plan doesn’t work, though, because the man’s as big as a wall and when I try to dodge him, I end up bumping into him.
His hands encircle my waist, steadying me, and he dips his head low. For a second, I think he might kiss me. I’m so off-kilter that I forget for a second that kissing is off limits.
It’s a moot point, though, because Dutton’s voice slices through the moment as he cracks open the door and hollers that it’s time to go.
Blue leaps away from me and starts gathering up the trash and recycling.
That’s my cue to dash down the steps and get back to my regularly-scheduled life—one that does not include almost-kisses with Blue Halliday.
16
Blue
“We really need to establish some ground rules,” Liza says, peeling back the covers so I can join her on the bed.
“Let’s start with sleeping naked. I do it and I can highly recommend it. It’s much more efficient, and it saves on laundry.”
“I’m serious,” she protests, smacking my chest. We’re doing our best to be quiet because the sun’s just coming up. Most of our housemates are asleep, so this seemed like a good time for us to meet up, considering most of our attempts have been foiled over the last few days.
“So am I,” I tell her, tugging at the thin fabric of her tank top. “There’s no way this is actually keeping you warm. And we already have rules. We have parameters. What we haven’t had is time alone. But that’s not an issue this morning, so if you want an orgasm, all you need to do is ask.”
We both got tested, since that’s just the smart thing to do. And I bought a box of condoms for her nightstand and mine. We’ve talked this to death. What we haven’t done enough of is acted on our desires.
“I just mean, should we look at the list again? Maybe we could each highlight our top five? And cross out any hard passes. We could make a chart, and?—”
“Or, we could just have fun. Do what feels good. I can guarantee there’s nothing on that list I’d give a hard no to. That means we can do whatever you like, whatever feels good.”
She sighs in frustration and buries her face in a pillow before turning back in my direction and peeking up at me. “That’s the problem, Blue. I don’t know what I like. That’s literally why you are here.”
“Well then,” I say, coming up with a game plan on the fly. “I better earn my keep, huh?” I look around the room and find exactly what we need, and it’s not that demonic reindeer vibe. After scooting to the center of the bed, I stack enough pillows behind me so I’m sitting straight up. Spreading my legs wide, I reach for Liza and position her in front of me so we’re facing the same way. She’s still wearing sleep shorts and a tank, but that’s fine. Taking them off will just build the excitement. I’ve still got my boxers on, and that’s a good thing, too. They won’t do much to hide my body’s response to her, but at least my rock-hard dick won’t be waving in her face.
Rubbing my hands over her shoulders, I encourage her to relax back against me as I pepper the soft skin of her neck with light kisses. I know her lips are forbidden, and that’s a damn shame, but luckily there are plenty of other places on her body that I can’t wait to taste.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I ask, already knowing the answer because of the breathy little moans she’s making.
“Mmhmmm,” she says, turning her head to the side to give me better access.
“How can you tell?” I prompt, skimming my hand down to her waist.
“I don’t?—”
“Look in the mirror,” I instruct, interrupting her and taking full advantage of the large vanity mirror that’s directly across from us. “Are you getting flushed? Are goosebumps breaking out all over your skin? Are your nipples getting hard?”
She takes in a breath and lets it out on a sigh. “Yes,” she answers me as I tug one of her straps down, exposing her bare right breast.
“You were right,” I tell her, licking the tips of my fingers before placing them on her nipple and squeezing gently. Her mouths opens and her legs widen in response, so I cup her breasts and flick my thumbs over the dark, tight peaks. She’s moving against me, driving me crazy, but she’s also discovering so damn much about herself. It’s intoxicating. My hand moves down her belly and over the soft fabric of her flimsy little shorts. The patch of material covering her pussy is already wet, so I move it to the side, exposing all of her.
She takes my damn breath away. The sight of us in the mirror is hot as hell.
