See? This is a hook-up. One I intend to enjoy.
“See you soon.” He kisses me again.
“Soon,” I echo.
He leaves, shutting the door behind him. I lock it and then take a breath. Time to douche, so I can find out what Jimmy means when he says he’s going to give me the best night of my life.
11
JIMMY
I wait in my room, naked, equal parts excited and nervous. I’ve promised Flynn a fantastic night, now I have to deliver on that.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and Flynn slips inside the room. He’s wearing his jeans, but the rest of his clothes are looped over his arm. His hair is damp, and his skin has a fresh-from-a-hot-shower pink glow. His eyes are bright.
“Nice sign.”
I snort-laugh. “We all have similar ones. We got them from an adult store when we first moved in together.”
“Did you pick your housemates by how sexually active you were?” He winces. “Shit. That sounded way more judgmental in reality than it did in my head. Sorry.”
I beckon him to me. “No worries. And, yes, something like that. You have to be into similar things for a happy house. It would have been rubbish if three of uswere party-boys and the fourth wanted peace all the time.”
“True. I missed out on that side of uni.” He crossed the room; his eyes getting wider by the second as he trails his gaze up and down my body.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
“Oh, yes.” He pinches the corner of his lower lip between his teeth.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off?”
“I’m only wearing my jeans.”
No underwear? “You’re wearing too much. I need you naked.”
He puts his pile of clothes on the top of the chest of drawers and slips out of his jeans. I suck in a breath. Okay, yes, I’ve seen him naked, but I was drunk and then hungover, and my memory of that encounter is still hazy at best. So I’m taking this as my first time, and I intend to appreciate every gorgeous inch of him. He might not work out, but he has strong arms and a powerful chest, thanks to all the manual labour he does. He has the beginnings of a six-pack—although it’s not yet defined, and his waist tapers to slender hips and lithe legs.
“You manscape,” he whispers. He’s at the bed now, his knees and shins touching the edge of it.
“You like?”
“Yes.” He lifts his gaze to my face. “I like all of you. You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.” I hold my hand out.
He takes it. I pull a little, coaxing—but not forcing—him to join me on the bed. He does, sitting beside me, his face flushed.
“I don’t know where to look.”
“Wherever you want, baby.”
“I don’t want to?—”
“Objectify me?”
He nods.
“Go ahead. I don’t mind.” Having him feast his stare on my body is wonderful. Knowing he appreciates the way I look is a huge confidence booster. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes, I was planning on starting here.” I sweep my hand over his arse and tease his pucker with the tip of my finger.
