He opens his mouth and then closes it, his cheeks flaming as he narrows his eyes at me. “I’m going to change; you pick a movie.”
He’s halfway to his room when I call out his name. “Roy?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re doing really good.”
He stares at me for just a second, his mouth tipping up on one side. “Thanks, Coach.”
I watch his retreating back as I burrow myself farther into the covers. I’d have to tell him about the messages soon, but right now I just want to be cared for—cheesy nickname and all.
7
KINSLEY
“Tell me you wanna fuck me.”
Roy blanches. “I literally cannot say that.”
I narrow my eyes. “You can’t say that because you don’t want to or you can’t say that because you can’t say the word fuck?”
He presses his lips together in a firm line. “The second.”
“Well, that’s progress.” He rolls his eyes.
We’d made it through one and a half chick flicks before I’d turned in his arms to look at him. He’d been an excellent big spoon, our legs tangled and his hand holding mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this.
It felt so intimate.
Too intimate.
So I’d had to change it up, and working on Royce’s sexual vocabulary was the only thing I could come up with.
So far, he wasn’t impressed.
“It’s not surprising that I want to have sex with you. I’ve been basically hard the last two hours.”
“Ah, but that’s subjective.” I grin. “You could just be reacting to having my warm, curvy body pressed?—”
“Oh my God, you gotta stop,” he groans and I laugh. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
He stares at me, his face still flaming. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am.”
“Watch the movie, Coach. You’re not getting in my pants tonight.” He says the line with a remarkably even tone.
It’s impressive.
Sexy.
“What if I let you into mine?”
“No.” This time the word is said through gritted teeth. “You were sad and scared when you got here, and I’m not having that be a factor the first time we do…stuff.”
“Stuff, huh?”
