"Or we could skip talking." She smiles and moves closer. "And go back to what we were doing when Jake walked in."
Damn, this girl is trouble. Sweet, sexy, smart, beautiful. I should walk her to the door and tell her to go home but I can't. I want what she described. I want more time with her. I want to know more about her. I want us to be friends. I just don't trust myself to not make her more than that. But right now, I'm not going to worry about it.
Pulling her on my lap, I lower my lips to hers as I cradle her head with my hand. When my tongue slides in her mouth, she moans and moves her hips, her ass grinding into my crotch.
"We should probably keep the noise down," I whisper over her lips.
"Sorry," she whispers back.
"Don't be. I love that sound, but I don't want Jake to hear."
"Got it." She reaches up to kiss me.
"One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"You keep grinding your ass into me like that, I'm going to have to leave to go relieve myself."
"Or you could let me help," she says, batting her eyes at me.
Just hearing her say that has me hard as a rock. She licks her lips and I almost come. Imagining that beautiful mouth wrapped around me? I need to get that image out of my head. I can't even let myself go there, not with Jake in the house.
"If the kid wasn't here," I whisper over her lips. "I'd do anything you want. I'd have you moaning so loud the neighbors would hear."
She stares into my eyes, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "Let's go somewhere. We could go back to my place."
She's so eager, and I want her so bad.
"Baby, I would," I say, hearing what I called her and wondering where the hell that came from. I've never called a girl that. But it just came out, and it didn't even feel strange. "I just can't. I want to talk to Jake about this before I leave him here alone. I'm sure he'd be fine with it—hell, he'd be happy if I left—but I don't want to do it without telling him first."
"I understand." Her lips rise. "You called me baby."
"Did I?" I look down at her body, sliding my hand up and down her leg.
"You can call me that again if you want. I liked it."
It won't be happening again. That's a word you use for a girlfriend, and Brook is just a friend.
We make out on the couch for a good hour before I finally take her home. It's dark, and I didn't want her walking by herself on the street, or riding the bus alone.
"You coming?" I ask, noticing she's fallen behind as we walk down the street. We're almost at her building.
"I can't go that fast after what you did to me."
I went down on her tonight. She said she's never come that way, but she did tonight. I reminded her we had to be quiet but she couldn't help herself. She was loud enough that I'm sure Jake heard, although maybe not since he's always wearing headphones.
I smile. "That was a half hour ago. You still can't walk?"
"Not very fast. My legs are still wobbly."
"Here." I walk back to her and take her hand. I've avoided holding her hand because it's another thing couples do, and we're not a couple.
"I still can't believe how good that felt," she says. "That was amazing."
"I can't believe you've never come that way until tonight."
"Chad didn't like doing it. So he didn't."
