After a few good hits, I lose, but Sully is a secret pinball master. When it spits a second ball out at him, he gets sloppier and finally, a ball loses control and they both fall into the gutter.
I can’t resist grabbing the blue bouncy ball and tossing it against the wall. It flies above my head, and I catch it before it smacks into the new customer walking in through the door. I glance at the people working, and they’re watching me like I’m a kid on the loose from their mother, and they want to kick my ass outside.
Sully holds his green ball like it’s a lucky stone, rolling it between his fingers in thought. He nods to the booth we were sitting in before. “I shouldn’t have pushed you. It—”
“Don’t worry about it.” I hand him the ball back before I bounce it off the wall again and get us banished. “I’m glad I finally told someone.”
He pockets the toys and nods toward the door. His shoulder brushes against mine. I run my hand along the wall with a painted mural of Hollywood actors who we lost a long time ago.
“Thank you for sharing that with me.” He turns the corner, walking toward where he parked the SUV. “Do you want to get out of here?”
16
Onthewayhome,I send Alice a text and confirm she’s spending the night at Emily’s. She replies with a winky face emoji. Being alone with Sully leaves the night open to endless possibilities, hopefully involving us being naked.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Sully sits on the couch and turns on the TV like he already lives here.
“Sure. Go ahead and find something. I’m going to change into something comfier.”
I slip into my bedroom and rummage through my dresser. If Alice was here, she’d shove sexy lingerie in my face while wiggling her eyebrows. But I don’t want Sully to think all I want from him is to jump his bones. The extra-long shirt I bought in Vegas to be PJs and never wore catches my eye. It’s perfect. The hem hugs my thighs. I’m feeling naughty and slip out of my bra and panties before padding back into the living room.
Sully hasDie Hardpaused on the screen and ushers me over. I sit next to him and lie against his chest. He’s a firm yet comfy pillow. “I love this movie.”
“It’s a classic.” At least he picked a movie we can make out through and not worry about missing anything.
Thirty minutes later, Sully’s engrossed in the film and I can’t fight my fluttering eyelids anymore and bury my face into the crook of his arm. Right before I drift away, I swear Sully kisses the crown of my head. He places his cheek on top of my head and in his embrace I fall asleep.
My nap doesn’t last long because John McClane is still running around barefoot, but a nightmare scared me awake.
Sully pauses the movie and reaches for my arm as if keeping me from bolting out of the apartment. “What’s wrong?”
“Bad dream.” I move to my side of the couch, bring my legs up to my chest, and pull the shirt over them.
Sully lays a hand on my knee. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s okay. I don’t remember it.”
His hand trails up my thigh. “I’m always here to listen.”
The honesty in his words cracks my heart. “Thank you. You don’t know what it means to have someone listen. My ex constantly pushed everything I felt to the side. Said I was just being dramatic.”
Sully wraps his strong arms around me, burying my face in his chest. “Whatever you feel is important to me. All I want is to see you happy.”
I raise my head and kiss his lips. His hand slides down my back to cup my ass. The shirt rides up and his hand grazes my bare cheek. His blue eyes widen and darken.
My hand strokes the stubble on his cheek. He dips his face into my neck and licks my collarbone. “What am I to do with you,Schatz?” His accent makes me wet.
I climb onto his lap and rub myself against the bulge in his pants. “Whatever you want.”
He pushes me against the arm of the couch and slides his hand along my inner thigh until his fingers tease my clit. “You like this?”
“Mmm.” I buck my hips, trying to increase the pressure. My nipples harden underneath the shirt as my left foot falls to the floor to help open my legs wider.
“I need to see all of you.” He takes my hand and tugs the shirt off in one smooth motion. He cups my right breast and gives it a loving squeeze.
A moan slips out as I hungrily grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. “Off,” I order, and his shirt goes flying. My hands study the hard planes of his chest until they find the perfect V above his waistline.
Sully surprises me by grabbing my thighs, yanking me onto my back, and planting my legs on his shoulders. His nose hovers above my vagina, and I know he can feel the heat radiating from me. He smiles as he dips two fingers inside me, and his tongue wickedly sweeps over my swollen bud.
