But maybe that’s just wishful thinking again.
“Yeah. I really want to know.” Especially if it’s related to the conversation we had on the way home.
“Okay, then,” she blurts. “You already know the first part, I guess.”
“Spell it out for me.”
She sighs, as though she can’t believe I’m making her say it. “I basically propositioned you on the way home, and you shut me down,” she begins. “And I felt like an idiot, and?—”
“No, Ally,” I interrupt. “It’s not that I didn’t want—it’s just that we agreed on three months, and I don’t want to complicate things, and?—”
“I know it’s just three months, Drew,” she says. “I know you’re not looking for a relationship, and I’m not either. I don’t have any illusions about what this is. But . . .”
“But . . .” I prompt.
“But I like you a lot.” She spits out the words in a rush. “And you’re hot, okay? Ever since we kissed at the barbecue, I’ve been thinking about you at night.”
“What?” I ask hoarsely.
“Yeah,” she admits defiantly. “And tonight, even though you’d just shut me down, as soon as I fell asleep I had a dream about you.”
My throat’s as dry as the desert, and if Ally looks down, she’ll see the erection tenting my boxers. “What was the dream, Ally?”
She hesitates for a beat.
I take an involuntary step toward her, so there’s only about two feet of space between us now. Two feet of space and my conscience, and a stupid charade that I never should have started in the first place.
I take another step toward her. If I reach out, I could touch her hair. Her lips. Her breasts.
“What was the dream, Ally?”
She takes a deep breath. “I dreamed I snuck into your room while you were asleep.”
Damn it, she can’t stop there. My heart feels like it’s trying to beat out of my chest. “And then?”
“I climbed on top of you and . . . I’m sure you can imagine the rest.” The words are spilling out of her now. “And then I wokeup, and for a minute I didn’t know if it was a dream or if it had actually happened. And I think I should probably move out, I’ll start looking for another apartment tomorrow?—”
I take another step toward her and crush my mouth into hers, effectively ending all talk of her moving out. I’ve tried to be a gentleman, but I’m not a saint. I can’t resist anymore.
Ally responds immediately, sucking my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like chocolate and orange juice, and she’s clearly as hungry for this as I am.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and takes a step closer, so the softness of her belly presses against my cock. My hands find her ass to pull her in closer, and she moans.
“Come to bed with me,” I mutter into her ear.
I feel her tense in my arms, as though she’s just realized what we’re doing. “You said it wasn’t a good idea.”
“I lied. I want you so fucking bad, Ally. We’ll act out your dream, or whatever you want, if you still want?—”
“Yes.”
“Really?” I’m almost afraid to believe I heard her properly.
“Yes, Drew.”
I squeeze her ass and pull her even closer, so my cock’s firmly nestled in her belly. I stand frozen for a moment, just enjoying the sensations. The silk of her hair on my cheek, and the feel of her nipples against my chest.
The fact that she said yes.
