I walk around her bed and head right to the side I know she sleeps on. Her phone charger is on the bedside table, along with a few other things like lip shit and lotion. When she returns, she halts in the doorway, and her eyes travel over me. I wonder if she’ll tell me I’m in her spot and ask me to move. Hell, I’d be happy if she came over and dropped into my fucking lap.
“Can I get you anything?” she offers and resumes entering the room.
“No.” I pat the bed next to me and watch her throat work as she swallows, but she obeys, placing her bag in the middle of the bed before climbing up near the pillows.
To stop myself from telling or showing her how much I like her attentiveness, I try to distract myself. “Have you declared a major?”
“Psychology,” she says with conviction.
“I like the confidence. I’d like to see it a little more.”
“About what?” she asks softly.
“Everything.”
Her lips twitch, and her eyes lower bashfully, but then she peers up at me from under her lashes, and it’s something else entirely. Every inch of my body takes notice, with my dick being the first. “I think I need a little more direction than that.”
She erases my filter with just a look. “Do you like taking direction?” This is not where I wanted to take this just yet.
Her shoulders curl in. “I think it depends.”
“On what?”
“Who it’s coming from and why.” She leans forward, lifting her ass in the air as she reaches for her bag. She wiggles a bit as she tugs her laptop from the zippered compartment and falls back against the bed. She has no clue how fucking tempting she is. It’s probably a good thing she has no idea my mind is in the gutter and my thoughts are solely focused on her.
“Are you sure this isn’t too boring?” She flips open her computer and steals a glance at me.
“I promise bored is the last thing I am right now.” Unless we’re talking as stiff as one.
“I won’t blame you if you take a nap. I do sometimes,” she admits like it’s a sin.
“Are you sleepy now?” I’m thinking about feeling her body curled up against mine.
Waylynn bites the corner of her lip and shakes her head in denial. I have no idea what she is thinking, but a flush burns across her cheeks, and I want to demand she tell me, but I only have so much restraint, and if she were to say anything remotely alluring, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from acting on the invitation.
“If you change your mind, cuddle up any time.” I lean back against her pillow before I can see her face, otherwise I might kiss her.
My eyes lift to the top of her headboard, and my mind slips further into a full fantasy of her gripping that rolled iron while she’s riding my face. I let my eyes sink closed, but the image comes even stronger. I see my hands curled around her thick hips, tugging and forcing her down until her thighs are quivering next to my ears.
Waylynn
I can hearhis phone vibrating, but he doesn’t even move. I let it go the first two times, but when it goes off again, I whisper, “Memphis,” hating that I have to wake him up.
Still, he doesn’t stir. I look at the time, noting it’s after five. He’s been out for over an hour. I don’t even know what time we need to leave for the show. “Memphis,” I say again a little bit louder.
He groans, but that’s it. I brush my hand over his arm. He’s warm and tight, but in the best way. I’m marveling at how his skin feels under my fingers, and I forget to say his name. When I look up, his eyes are open.
I snatch my hand back so fast, I hit my own stomach. “Your phone is going off,” I rush to say in a hushed tone, as if maybe he’s not fully awake and won’t remember me groping him. His hand slides up from the side, and he tucks it into his front pocket. My eyes are drawn to the movement, and I see a bulge that isn’t in the shape of a rectangle.
I’ve heard the termmorning wood, but I always thought it was just something that people said. Do guys always wake up with a hard-on? What would it feel like if I were lying next to him? Oh jeez, why am I thinking about this?
“Oz is ready to be picked up,” Memphis drawls, and the hair at the back of my neck stands up. I try to hide my shiver when I close my laptop.
“I can pick him up if you want, and you can relax,” I offer.
“Wecan go pick him up. I can rub it in his face that I was in your bed first.”
“It’s a competition?” I tease, preparing to stand.
