"Why did you think that?" He looks at me,puzzled.
"I just remember you sitting in your room at night, listening to those oldsongs."
He slaps the table and drops his head to his chest, he's laughing so hard. "You mean those days when all I wanted was to get laid? Oh shit, hold thatthought."
I can't believe he just saidthat.
A slow beat starts to play a minute later that's obviously from the early nineties R&B days, and Connor comes into the kitchen, attempting to danceprovocatively.
"What is this?" I say, trying to be serious as he struts aroundme.
"Pretty brown eyes," he sings, turning my face toward him as he exaggerates each word of thesong.
I'm not sure if I should give in to his movements or fall down laughing. "Who is this?" Iask.
"What do you know about Mint Condition,Breakin' My Heart?" he asks, so sure ofhimself.
"Nothing. How do you? Aren't these songs from when we were likefive?"
He laughs and gets us each a beer. "Funny story actually. We had a very inappropriate babysitter when I was around ten. She used to tell me what I needed to do to get the girls." He raises his eyebrows suggestively. "When I was thirteen, and only thinking about getting laid, I would listen to the CDs she made me over and over again. This is one of them, actually. I put it on every once in awhile toreminisce."
He opens the beers and hands me one. We clink the necks and take a drink, him keeping one eye on me the entiretime.
The song changes, and he puts his beer down in dramatic fashion, like the song demands, moves around behind me, and sings, "Freak me,baby."
He rubs up and down my body as he grinds his lower half into mine, whispering the lyrics in my ear about wanting to lick me and playing with me till Iscream.
My knees go weak at both his words and his touch. My head falls back against his chest, and I let him move me exactly how hewants.
After singing a good amount he steps back, cracking up. "I loved this song. I think Silk sang it. Please tell me you’ve heardFreakMe."
I'm still trying to get my legs back and I lean against the counter just so I can respond without looking too affected. "Yes, I've heard that one. I had no clue who sang itthough."
He backs away, giving me space. "Well, stick around. I'll teach you some good old school songs. Can I help in any way?" He nods to thefood.
"Can you prepare thesalad?"
"Um, lettuce and what else?" he questions and I smother asnicker.
We work together on dinner together, like we've done it a hundred timesbefore.
The songs continue to play, with him singing each one under his breath, getting animated for certain lyrics, changing CDs as theyend.
After dinner I get up to bring my plate to the sink. A song plays that begins with a slow piano. The warmth of him approaching behind me sends my heart racing. He turns me to face him when the singer starts. The lyrics are about a man and his girlfriend, and asking if he could, “Love You Down.” He looks me dead in the eye when he pulls meclose.
"This was my favorite. I never got the chance to seduce a female to these songs." His lips lightly brush with mine. "I guess I should thank that babysitter for being right and giving me thismoment."
He picks me up, locking my lips with his, and I wrap my arms around hisneck.
"I'm not sure what's happening here." He leans back after a minute of heavy kissing. Lowering me to the floor, he whispers, "But I really like it and don't want it tostop."
"Me neither," Iadmit.
He tugs me away from the kitchen, toward his bedroom. Butterflies fly through my stomach. I've already been with him but this is so different. This isn't a club. This isn't me trying to hide who I am, or him giving me my fantasy. This is us.Together.
He pulls me to his bed, turning me so the backs of my knees are against it. "Is thisokay?"
Inod.
