I cover her left breast with my hand, right over her heart. Certain I can feel it beating against my palm. “Did it hurt?”
“Only when he told me to find someone who wanted me around,” she whispers.
I wince. Her words pierce my chest. “Like I did?”
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad,” she says. “I know you didn’t mean it like that.”
“But I shouldn’t have said it. I should have picked through my words. I should have explained better. Even if I wasn’t all kinds of into you, I would still want you around. I will always want you around. I won’t abandon you.” I shake my head. The last person either of us want to talk about now is her mom. That woman walked out on two of the most amazing people I know and only came back for money. Which Lily doesn’t know, because her brother made a deal to keep Lily from having to go through that heartache. “I was fighting how much I wanted to just take you, right there on your living room floor.”
She whimpers as her body rolls against mine. I catch the end of the sound with my mouth and her bottom lip with my teeth. “So you’ve never—”
“I’m perfectly capable of giving myself orgasms. On the daily. Sometimes twice.”
“I bet you are.” My cock strains against my wet jeans. I wanna see her do exactly that. Hand between her thighs, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Her pussy all swollen and glossy with her arousal. Her body arching as she cries out. Later. Not this time. “Did Jerk Face ever make you come?”
“Jeremy?” She blinks lazily. Her gaze makes a hot trail to my mouth and back.
“He’s a jerk,” I say. “Please answer the question.”
“No. Can’t say that he did.”
“So he didn’t stick his face between your legs and suck your clit? He didn’t use his tongue to fuck you until you screamed his name?”
“No.” She scissors her legs together with a soft groan. “Nothing like that.”
I can fix this. There are so many places where I can and probably will let her down. I’m sure as hell not going to make good boyfriend material. It’s inevitable that I will fuck it up. But I can make her come right now. I can treat her like a queen in the bedroom. I can give her the best night of her life and then up the ante on myself tomorrow. As many times as she’ll allow me. In as many ways as she’s willing to explore. This I can do. This I know how to do. “Then let me.”
“Is that a question or a command?” she asks with a slant of her head and a small, quiet smirk.
“Both. I’m going to need an enthusiastic hell yes, though. And later an even more eager use of my name.” I pick her up and take a minute to get the lay of the land. Then head toward the bedroom and I assume bathroom so we can strip out of these wet clothes and warm up in the shower. “Do you think you’re up for that?”
“Oh Vale,” she mock cries, arching her neck and dragging a hand down it. “Oh Vale. Oh. Oh. Oh my God, Vale.”
“Woman, don’t give me that attitude.” I nip her throat. “You aren’t even going to have to try with me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Lily
We make it into the bedroom. Barely. Before he has my spine pressed to the wall and he’s tugging on the hem of my sleepy-time shirt.
“Very Hungry Caterpillar?” The smile that kisses his lips is a little smug and a little entertained by my choice of pajamas with their apples and leaves and caterpillars all over the shorts and the words The Very Hungry Caterpillar across the front of the top.
“What? They were in my size.” I whimper as his fingers brush a line of heat across the skin he’s just exposed. It reminds me of those sparklers that you wave in the air. I bet he could write his name on my body and every single spot would light up for him. But then I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long.
“I can see that,” he says. “That’s why your tits are trying to shred the cotton like you’re the Incredible Hulk.”
“What are you trying to say?” I rest my head against the wall as his lips score my collar bone above the neck of my top. I honestly don’t care if he’s calling me mean and green as long as he doesn’t stop doing that. “Or is this where you tell me you have a very hungry caterpillar in your pants?”
“No. I’m not going to tell you that,” he says, pressing his hard length into me so that I know he’s not joking. “Because caterpillars are soft and tiny and what I have for you is extremely hard and there is nothing small about it.”
“Oh.” I moan as the thick bulge rubs between my thighs. How big is big, really? I’m not scared of the size of him. I know I’m made to take him. But I am a little nervous.
“What I was going to say is that I’ve been staring at your tits since the moment I got here.” His thumb finds my nipple through the cotton and rolls over it. Damn, I always knew he would be good with his fingers. He adjusts the pattern and the pressure, like the point is a thumbstick on an Xbox controller and he’s worked out the cheat code to making me lose my mind. “Memorizing the way they looked in that sheer, lacey bra wasn’t enough. I’ve wanted to get my mouth on them ever since. Do you want that? Or do you want to shower first?”
“Why can’t a girl have both?” Oh yes, I’m greedy. I want everything. His hands and his tongue and his cock, and hot, hot water.
He chuckles. It’s a deep bass that rolls up his throat and through his body. And it rubs me in just the right way to make my hips buck as a whimper escapes my lips. He tugs a little harder on the hem of my shirt and drags the damp material over my head before he discards it on the whitewashed wooden floor.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” His voice catches and his baby blues turn a little darker as he drinks me in. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I catch his face between my hands as he walks us to the bathroom. Press and drag my lips over his.
He groans when I slip him a little tongue. Sets me down on the counter between the twin sinks so he can wrap his lips around my nipple and set his mouth to the business of creating a whole lot of need in my core.
He lets me have a breather while he turns on the shower to warm up. Then he focuses on my other nipple. His hands grasp my thighs and I eagerly part them for him while he nips and lashes the tight bud with his tongue.
I wanna play with his joystick. I want inside his pants. I grab the waist of his jeans and draw him closer. The material is cold and heavy with water and rough on my fingers. The button gives easily.
“Impatient,” he says against my mouth as he brushes his fingers down my center. His thumb finds the rough location of my clit through two layers of clothing.
“Oh God.” I nod as my elbows go weak. The edge of my vision blurs. I could combust from the magic in his fingers.
Items behind me knock against the mirror. Glass canisters clink on glass.
He takes his hands from my body to undo the buttons on his shirt, and I wriggle closer so I can get my fingers on them. “Let me do it. I’ve wanted to peel this shirt off you since the moment you showed up.”
Again he gives me that strange look. The one where his irises seem to darken and he get a little lost.