“Don’t care.”
When she won’t remove her hand, I grab her ribcage and tickle her. Her happy peals of laughter make me stupidly giddy as she tries to wiggle out from underneath me.
“You’re going to make me pee my pants!” she shrieks between snorting giggles when I don’t stop.
We both look over when her bedroom door creaks open, and Nat pokes her head inside the room.
“Morning, sweet girl. Was wondering when you were going to wake up. Not like you to sleep in. Oh my!”
All three of us freeze in place. Total deer in headlights moment. Natalie’s eyes go comically wide when she sees me, bare-chested and dressed only in my black Calvin Kleins, on top of a fully clothed Douglass in the bed. It’s like having a parent catch you in the act of trying to get to third base. Or is it second base? Maybe first since Douglass is still fully clothed.
“I, uh…” Natalie stammers, taking in the scene in front of her. “Hmm. Okay. Carry on.” She takes a step back, then stops. “Oh, and just my two cents. It’s about damn time,” she says and makes a hasty exit.
“Oh my god.”
I peer down at a blushing Douglass. So freaking adorable. But I’m a man on a mission.
“About that kiss.”
“Stop being so bossy,” she argues.
“Stop deflecting.”
“I’m not deflecting, I’m stalling.”
“And I’m kissing you now.”
She grips my face. “Wait!”
I brace my hands on either side of her head and give her an eyebrow raise as I hover over her.
“What if I don’t want you to kiss me?”
“You do,” I reply with certainty.
I push my hips between her legs until she has no other choice but to spread her thighs wide to accommodate me. Her chest heaves and her pupils dilate when my Calvin Klein-covered cock slides home. I can feel the heat of her through our clothes. Oh, yeah, this is happening.
Of course, she’s going to fight me the entire way.
Her hands move from my face to brace my biceps. Another one of those appreciative sighs. Distracted, she squeezes, like she’s testing the muscles and liking what she finds.
As if touching me burns her, she drops her hands. “What if I don’t want to kissyou?”
“You do.”
“What if—”
“Douglass, stop thinking.”
I brush my mouth over hers—soft, light, teasing—but no more than that. Baby steps.
When I don’t deepen the kiss, her whine of protest makes me smile.
My smile grows bigger when she says, “That’s it?”
Her obvious disappointment has me smirking like an asshole.
“For now.” I give her a quick peck on the lips, then pull her with me as I clamber off the bed. “If I recall, I promised you an omelet.”
