I shake my head. “Don’t smile at me that way. I’m serious. This is hard for me to accept.”
Leif sighs and sits down next to me, laying his hand on my bare leg. “Am I greedy if I say I want you to want more of me? That’s not a negative. Not at all,” Leif says. I try to concentrate on his words, but he’s touching me, and any time he touches me, I turn into a rabid sex creature with only one thing on my mind. “I am busy. My commitments are heavy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange things to fit you in my life. Especially because that’s what I want. When I want something, I make it happen. In case you forgot,” he says. “Chicken wings.”
I rub my forehead. “The past few days have been a lot. You’ve been amazing. I guess I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop because good things don’t happen to me very often.”
“When was the last time someone did something nice for you?”
My friends will do small gestures here and there. It’s not like my life is completely devoid of kindness, but Leif has gone above and beyond. I try to explain to him the difference between a friend favor and a family favor, which is what he’s done for me. He tells me he understands, but he’s rubbing my leg up and down.
I watch his hand intently and abruptly stand and step away from him. “It’s probably time I get home. You have to be up early, and I have to quit the store tomorrow, or at least give my two weeks’ notice, I guess.”
Leif stands. “I have a crazy idea.”
“Oh, no.”
“Spend the night with me?”
I swallow hard. “Is it the sex? You want me for sex. That’s it.” I try to keep a straight face. “You’ve had a taste, and now that’s all that it’s going to be about between us.”
“I won’t fuck you tonight even if you beg me,” he replies, shaking his head.
When he bites his lip, my panties soak all the way through. We didn’t get enough of each other earlier. It’s a fact we’re both aware of. The glances are steamy, our bodies find a way to touch each other without our permission. All of the signs of dangerous chemistry ignite the oxygen surrounding us.
“We can stay up late and talk. Like a chick sleepover. I know how those work. My sisters were good for some things.”
That gets me. I laugh, holding my stomach as I bend over in hysterics. When he doesn’t laugh, I meet his gaze, mystified.“You’re serious? You want to have an actual sleepover? Like, fuzzy slippers and popcorn?”
Leif lays a hand on his chest. “I am serious. Will you have a sleepover with me?”
I tap my chin, considering. “There will be rules.”
He raises one brow. “Yes. I like where your head is at.”
“Rule one.” I clear my throat, making it more official. “Naked sleepover. No one wears clothes.”
Leif’s eyes go dark—feral. He nods once. My legs turn to jelly in response.
“Rule two. No sex. Or foreplay of any kind. It has to be a true chick sleepover.”
Another manly lip bite. My stomach quivers. I’m sealing my own fate with these rules. I want to prove I’m able to set some framework of rules like he tried to do.
“Kissing is okay. Just kissing,” I amend, watching his freaking delicious lips as he licks them. “Rule three,” I say, my voice trembling. His eyes on mine, he tips his chin up. “You can’t fall in love with me tonight.”
Leif blinks once, swallows hard, and blinks again. “That won’t happen,” he says, voice a husky whisper. “Anything else?”
There are a multitude of things I’m thinking of right now—equations I’m trying to work out in my head because sometimes things in life make perfect sense. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes there’s a fuzzy haze you can’t quite see through or figure out why it exists. I recognize the haze is there with Leif, but I’m past the point of caring. I’m in deep and utterly addicted to everything that makes him quality, top-shelf goods. “Yeah, sleepovers start with skinny dipping,” I say, dropping my gaze to his hands as they unbutton his pants. When his erection springs free, I lose my breath.
Leif shakes a finger in front of my face. “Ah, ah, ah, that’s not for you. Not during our sleepover.”
I take my shirt and bra off and slide my shorts and panties down my legs. He watches, an appraising smirk rising to his lips when I’m completely bare. Bending over, right in front of him, I pick up my clothing from the floor. His dick brushes my ass as I stand.
Leif groans. “Though right now I wish it was for you.”
Tossing my clothing on the sofa, I spin to face him. “Me too. Looking at it hard makes me wet,” I reply.
He runs both hands through his hair and down his face. “Torture. That’s what this is going to be. The best kind of torture.” He steps closer and pulls my naked body against his. Leaning down, he puts his lips next to my ear. “I make you wet?”
My heart races, and I can hear the blood whooshing in my ears. “Yes,” I pant.
