Page 105 of Only Lovers in the Building

“High-waisted bikini bottoms,” she confessed. “I won’t wear any other kind.”

“What else are you hiding?” he asked.

She twisted around to meet his dark eyes swirling with curiosity. “I’m a virgin.”

“Not in my dreams, you’re not.”

“I’ll be one again if you don’t get inside me.”

“Don’t rush me. I’ve been dreaming about this a long time,” he said. “I’m going to discover all there is to discover. I don’t care how long it takes.” He ran his thumb over the spot he’d just kissed. “Look what I might’ve missed.”

Lily sat up and crossed her legs. She would not let this stand. “I’ve been waiting far longer than you. I made the first move, remember? Meanwhile, you took your time, weighing your options. Therefore, I have the superior claim.”

He kissed her. “You’re going to have to wait, whether you like it or not.”

“Why?” she complained.

He kissed her again. “Because the condoms are at my place. Either we head over there, like this, and risk running into Jeremy in the hall, or you wait patiently here for me to get back.”

“There’s a third option.”

He cocked his head. “Let’s hear it.”

Lily reached around him and yanked open the top drawer of her nightstand. From it, she produced two packets of condoms in stark black foil. “We’re all set.”

Ben recognized the monogram of the French design house. “Are you kidding me?”

“They’re not mine.”

“Whose are they?”

“I stole them from Noah’s place,” Lily confessed. “He’s got a whole collection.”

“Sorority girls live such wild lives,” he said in a low voice that made her shiver.

“You have no idea.”

“I’ve never used a luxury condom. Is it ribbed for your pleasure by French artisans, or what?”

“Actually,” she said, “it tastes like champagne.”

“It’s time we put that smart mouth to use.”

“Let me show you what sorority girls can do.”

Lily moved to the edge of the bed and curled her legs around his sturdy ones. Her nails digging into the back of his thighs, she mouthed his beautiful, erect penis, teasing the tip with her tongue, scraping the length with her teeth. Ben’s body tightened, and he withdrew from her. Pointing to the condoms, he said, “Hand one over.” She did as instructed. He ripped open the foil packet with adept fingers, his growing impatience showing. She spilled onto the bed and watched him work.

Once done, he said, “Give me your foot.”

“Excuse me?” Had they unlocked a new kink?

“Now is not the time to be testy.”

“Don’t you know I’m testy even on my best days?”

“Your foot,” he repeated.

She raised a leg and pressed the flat of her foot onto his hard chest. He slid his palms along her shin, down her thigh. “This is what I dream about, touching you, freely, whenever I want.”