I shake my head, stifling a laugh. I want to see just how far he’ll take this. I wish I could stay mad at him, but what would that achieve? He may have behaved like a total asshole, but he was just as clueless as I was. This is new for both of us.
He pretends to think for a moment. And then he clasps my face in his hands and covers my mouth with his. His skin is cool, his lips warm and inviting. I breathe in the scent of him, tasting every inch of his skin, my heart soaring when his tongue feels its way to mine. I cling to him hard, pushing back on his kiss, mouthing for more.
How could I ever be mad at him?
His lips still locked on mine, he picks me up and carries me to the next room, gently laying me down on the floor before peeling off his tee. My hand falls back, and I run my fingers down the fur rug. It’s comically small.
“This thing is basically child-size…”
“The website photos were misleading.” He sighs, kicking off his shoes.
“It’s raccoon,” I realize.
“Yeah. You really got my imagination going with that whole Raccoons story.”
“I should’ve brought my Christmas hat with me.”
“This one, you mean?” He roots around in his bag, emerging with the gift he gave me.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “You were in my room?”
“I asked Raven to get some supplies together for you. She looked at me weird when I told her to throw Meeko in there—or what’s left of Meeko, anyway.” He grins.
“?‘Supplies’? How long do you plan on keeping me locked up in here?”
“All of spring break.”
He kneels down, prizing off my one shoe before moving up to my waistband, tugging down my track pants, pulling my panties away with them. I let him work away at my clothes, excitement uncoiling inside me. Once he’s stripped me of my sweater, I lie there naked and waiting, and though the cast could be tricky, I trust Lewis to figure it out.
He spends a full minute drinking in my curves, before shedding his own clothes and lowering himself over me. Gently, he runs his lips over my mouth and neck, gliding down to my breasts and stomach before pushing lower, deeper, spreading my leg to one side and slipping between my thighs.
“I think we should name you,” he whispers.
“Sorry, who are you talking to?”
“Wait a minute, it’ll come…”
“If you say so…”
He runs his tongue over me and I whimper. He leans back, reaching for Meeko, pulling the hat on before crawling back between my legs.
“I hate to be a buzzkill, but if you think you’re going to make me come while wearing that thing…”
“I’m feeling confident.”
He lowers his head back down between my spread thighs, blowing gently on my skin, before looking up.
“What sound do raccoons even make?”
“Fuck, Lewis!”
I try to kick at him, but the cast is too heavy, my muscles too weak, and so I grab the raccoon’s tail and yank him back down to finish what he started.
When I finally come—somewhere in deep, dark West Virginia, in the arms of some sexy Davy Crockett guy who’s madly in love with me—I think how right I was to let myself be tamed by Lewis Conley.
“Over to you, Firebird.”
I sit up and gaze at my… My guy. He’s standing there naked, clasping the trapper hat to his groin.I feel bad for Meeko.He waggles his eyebrows, windmilling the faux fur tail at me as he steps closer. This guy is on a different planet. And it’s one where we both belong.
