“I see.” I lift her up and plop her on the counter so we are eye to eye. And oh, so close to where I was fantasizing about her earlier. “Should I be worried about that?”
“No. You should only be worried about what I approve of,” she pronounces sternly, staring deeply into my eyes.
“Then you’re going to have to be open with me.” I run my hands along her thighs. “And tell me what you like and what you don’t. It’s the only way I’ll know.”
Alana looks back at me so menacingly quiet it almost scares me.
Then, to my surprise — and delight — she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. And even though it’s a soft, subtle kiss, it’s also resounding and reaffirming.
Lost in the moment, I slip my hands under her shirt and feel my way slowly over her soft skin. Up her sides, over her stomach, and across her ribcage.
“Ryan, what are you doing?” she teases just as I reach the underwire of her bra.
“Taking advantage of the brand-new day,” I reply, and then crush my mouth against hers. Maybe I will get to live out my fantasy after all.
“You already got past first base this morning,” she pants playfully.
“I was nowhere near passing first. That was only a run down between first and second.” I place my palm over her breast, cupping the entire thing in my hand. The feel of it zings need all over my body. Alana wraps one leg around my hip drawing me in closer. I seize the opportunity and haul myself up onto the countertop. Exactly where I wanted to be. Covering her body with mine. I waste no time nestling my erection against her and running my hands all over her curves, feeling every inch I can. My new favorite place to touch is under her shirt, teasing her nipple. She wraps her legs around my waist, securing me to her, and that’s when everything gets hazy. I attack her mouth with the most bloodthirsty excitement I have ever felt in my life. Our bodies rub together as our moans echo around the cavernous kitchen. My zipper is going to bust if I don’t touch her soon. Like get her naked and touch her good and proper, but just before I suggest we take this somewhere more private, we hear a loud“Ahem.”
Alana and I startle apart to find Emily standing by the refrigerator looking like a hot mess. I don’t think Alana and I look much better. Her bleach-blonde hair is standing on end, there are black smudges under her eyes, and her skin is sickeningly pale. What did I tell you? Wicked. Hangover.
I immediately pull my hand out of Alana’s shirt as she wiggles out from underneath me. She’s mortified, I know it. I slink off the countertop and away from the girls so I can adjust my junk inconspicuously, which is easier said than done since I’m as hard as the granite we were just getting busy on.
Fuck.
Emily just groans as she walks past us and dives into a cabinet.
“What are you looking for, Em?” Alana asks uneasily as she hops off the counter.
I give her a “whoops, busted”look, hoping to lighten the situation. She returns one of her own. One that tells me she wants to crawl into a hole and die.
Told you, mortified.
Me, not so much.
“Drugs,” Emily moans, and my attention snaps immediately to her. “The Tylenol bottle in my bathroom cabinet was empty. I can’t tell you how upsetting that was.”
That’s all she was talking about, you idiot. Tylenol for her aching head.
Alana gets a glass of water for Emily as she opens the aspirin bottle. I watch as she swallows two pills then squints when she turns toward the sunlight pouring in through the large-paned windows.
“I’m surprised you’re up this early,” Alana remarks. “I thought you’d at least sleep till noon.”
“I would have, but my parents just so lovingly called to let me know they are on their way home. Which you should probably thank your lucky stars for, because I don’t know how kindly they would have responded to finding you being felt up by some guy with bed head on their kitchen counter.”
I self-consciously put my hand on my head in a vain attempt to smush down the unruly waves.
“My parents are cool, but even they have their limits.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Em.” Alana smirks between the two of us, and I can’t help but wonder what that smile is for.
“Don’t thank me, thank that empty Tylenol bottle. I had no idea you were down here until...” She clears her throat, eyeing me.
“Yeah, well.” I rub the back of my neck uncomfortably. “I need to get going anyway.”
“Probably a good idea.” Emily winks wearily. “ETA is twenty minutes. Make your goodbyes fast,” she warns then starts to head out of the room. Right before she disappears, she spins on her heel. “And Ryan. Thanks again for last night. You’re my hero.” She puts her hand over her heart and bats her eyelashes as she walks backwards out of the kitchen.
I look down at Alana who just rolls her eyes. “Can’t help but love that girl. It’s a weakness.”