He lifts me up. My eyes drop, and for a second, I wonder if he came in his pants, because it almost looks like he might. Or maybe that’s just a shadow by his zipper—he’s still hard, so I don’t think he did, but the idea is flattering. He distracts me bylifting my hand, spinning me in a half circle, and pushing me toward the bedroom at the end of the hall.
I go, willingly. He shuts the door.
“I’m gonna shower up,” he says. “Is that okay?”
I nod, a little confused. “You okay?”
“All good. Just need a second.”
He reaches down, grips his t-shirt, and pulls it free of his belt, stripping it up over his head. My breath catches, because, Lord, he’s pretty underneath. I sink back on his bed, watching as he disappears into the bathroom. It occurs to me that he did, in fact, come in his pants, and he wants a second to clean up.
Tickled, I touch the backs of my hands to my neck to feel my blush. I’m burning up.
I’ve never had anyone want me like that.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BITTERN
I thought I would have a bunch of shit churning around in my head.
I don’t—it’s clear. I feel excited, aroused, like anybody might pre-hookup. My heart thumps, I’m rock hard beneath the shower spray, and every nerve in my body tingles knowing she’s on the other side of the door.
I run my palm over my face.
God, she’s pretty. I don’t know what I did to get a date with her, much less have her ask to hook up with me, but I ain’t fucking this up. Shutting off the water, I dry off and pull on my sweats. I half-expected my dick to go down, but it’s still flying at full mast. Looking in the mirror, I try tucking it under my waistband, but it’s still apparent what’s going on.
What am I doing?
We’re about to fuck. It’s fine if she sees my erection beneath my pants.
I press my fingers to my temple and take a slow breath through my mouth, exhaling through my nose like they taught us in therapy. Then, I walk out and stop short—she’s naked,sitting up against the headboard. A full body throb goes through me and culminates in my groin.
Fuck me, she’s just…prettier than a field of goldenrod on a warm summer day. Soft, tanned skin, long legs, a gentle swell to her thighs that goes up and tapers in at the waist. And her breasts are just sitting there, soft and round with blush rose nipples, like they’re not the nicest things I’ve seen in my life.
“Did you come in your pants?” she asks, blinking innocently.
“Yeah,” I admit.
She bites her lip. “That’s hot.”
I smile, climbing over her on the bed. She wriggles down so she’s below me on her back. Dipping, I kiss her briefly.
“You gonna fuck me?” she whispers.
I pause, mouth hovering above her right nipple. “I didn’t…I didn’t think we’d go all the way, so I don’t have a condom.”
She taps the nightstand. I glance over, and sure enough, there’s a little foil packet sitting there.
“Came prepared, huh?” I say.
She nods, fingertips grazing down my bare chest. “Yeah, I fully intended on fucking you tonight.”
My mouth drops to her nipple, and a shudder of arousal washes through my hips. It hardens on my tongue, and her body jerks, toes curling in the sheets. Her right hand slides up the back of my neck. God, I love that, the way her nails feel in my hair. It’s soft, safe. It feels really fucking safe to be held in her hands.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt safe with anybody before now.
All at once, I can’t stand it anymore. I need to be inside her. Fumbling at my waistband, I pull my sweats down and kick them over the side of the bed. She gasps when I hook my knee between her thighs and shove them open.
