"Noah!"
"Not in a jealous way! Just, like, because I hope you had a nice time or whatever."
A blush colors her cheeks. I'm chuckling again at the sight of it, then laugh heartily when she claps her hands over the pinkness and turns away.
"It was nice, yes," she confirms.
I lean back further, propped up on my elbows. "So... when is it my turn?"
Lila shifts on the bed so she can face me better. "I don't know if the captain likes you like that, honey."
Snickering, I knock my knee playfully against her thigh. "You know what I mean, you little freak."
Her blush deepens again, and all she can manage is a halfhearted shrug.
Despite how tired I am, I have half a mind to roll over and tackle her. Burying my head between her thighs and making her moan for a while definitely sounds like a better way to pass the time than heading home for the night.
But then she surprises me by flipping the imaginary script. In one graceful motion, she rises onto her knees, shoves myshoulders flat against the mattress, and swings a leg over to straddle me.
I was already half-hard the moment she called me Dimples, but now that she's pressing her hips into mine and smiling down at me with faux innocence, I have to take a deep breath to avoid busting right then and there.
Which isn't my fault. It's just that it's been a while.
Also, she's insanely hot.
"What if I want something else?" she murmurs.
I settle my hands on her hips, choking on a groan when she grinds against my dick. There's nothing but my sweatpants and her underwear separating our bodies, thanks to my decision to go commando after my shower and her choice to wear that frilly skirt thing today.
"I'll give you whatever you want right now," I tell her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit of a simp?"
"Many times." I moan when she slowly glides the warmth between her thighs against the length of my erection. "Proud of it, too."
Lila giggles. The sound goes right to my cock.
The truth is, I'd rather be in charge in the bedroom. But something about this woman is bringing out a different side of me. I want to give her whatever she asks for. In a way, I guess that's still another version of dominance.
"Lila." The back of my head presses into her pillow. It smells like her rose-scented shampoo.
"Yeah?"
"I want to fuck you."
She steadies herself with two palms braced on my abdomen, my shirt hiked up to reveal muscles that she pauses briefly to admire.
"Like, right now?" she asks.
"Ideally."
"Would it—I mean, should I—or what if—Hale and Evan..."
"If it makes you uncomfortable to be intimate with me when you also have feelings for them, I understand." Hell, it's really difficult to form complete sentences right now. "But I would give just about anything to be inside you right now."
"Christ." She blushes again, removing her hands so that she can brush her wild blonde hair away from her face. "You're very honest. Like, all the time."
"I know what I want."
