“Yup.” He shuddered. “Thankfully, he’s only on the lease for a couple more months. I can hold out until then.”
“You’re an amicable person. I would’ve sent evidence to the landlord to get him evicted.”
“Huh. Maybe I’ll try that. I just don’t want to make things weird between us.” He gestured at our chests.
“Right.” I fiddled with his hand, unsure what to do next. Push him on the bed, kiss him, or undress? Did he still want to hook up, or would he prefer to chat?
He cringed and squeezed my hand. “Sorry if that ruined the mood.”
I shook my head. “It didn’t. I’m just not sure how to do this.”
“Do what?”
I glanced at the bed. “Sex.” My voice wavered with nerves.
He raised his brows, his lips parting in not-so-subtle shock.
“Not the physical aspect,” I clarified. I’d experimented with toys to discover what I’d liked as far as stimulation. “I mean transitioning from good conversation to…less.”
Heat flared through my chest and wrapped around my neck. Was I too blunt? Or forward?
He brushed my hair away from my face and smirked. “Is this your way of telling me to shut up and kiss you?”
I set my glasses on the silly robot with a big nose I’d made in high school. The world blurred into a hormone-driven haze. “Yes,” I said.
He chuckled and cupped my cheek. “Just to be clear, you can talk to me. Any time. And if you pull on my ear, I’ll take it as a signal to check in.” He tugged on my earlobe.
“Your ear?” I laughed. “Why, to make you listen?”
“Yes. But it doesn’t count if you nibble or suck on it,” he said, pecking, then suckling mine in demonstration. Blood rushed to my breasts and cunt. His hot breath tickled my neck.
Gasping, I clung to his shoulder. “Do you want that?”
“I want this,” he whispered, and kissed me on the lips. I lingered in the pleasant buzz simmering amid our embrace, caressing his face. Each touch ignited a deeper curiosity. I wanted to explore him. Tease him. Find all the special places that’d make him tremble with pleasure.
I tweaked his buttons until they popped open, everything from sternum to hips. My fingers grazed the firm bulge as I pulled the zipper. His pants splayed open, still strained under the denim.
My mouth ran dry. He was real under there. Hard. Warm. Giving.
His shoulders flexed as he dropped his shirt to the floor. “All good?”
“Yes.” I snapped my gaze from his dick. “Sorry, I was distracted. You look really good,” I admitted, my fingers trailing his freckled arms and the soft, slightly hairy planes of his chest peeking through his undershirt.
“Thanks,” he said, his face lighting up better than any switchboard. Those fucking dimples carved their way into my heart.
I ached for him.
He removed the tank top, then bent closer, his eyes flashing with glee. “Can I see you too?”
Oh. He wanted to seeme. Naked me. I backed towards the bed and ran a hand through my exposed hair, seeking some imaginary hat. Obviously, stripping would be the next step. He was half-naked. I should be too.
I inhaled sharply and peeled my top off. No big deal. Logically, my bra showed as much skin as a swimsuit. I flung my shirts at the closet, then fidgeted with my beige bra straps. This wasn’t exactly my sexiest set.
He smiled, then sighed wistfully. “You look good too.”
“Thank you.” I rubbed my thighs together, heat coiling low in my belly.
The benefits of this arrangement were even better than I expected. I didn’t need to worry about lingerie or makeup or saying the wrong thing. He’d still be nice.
