“Just one of the perks.”
“Shit…” I draw out, laying my head back against the headboard. “Is that something you want?”
“No, just something fun to read. One’s enough for me.”
I must’ve been tense because my muscles relax, and she sighs like she’s tickled pink that I was all wound up about it.
The part of the movie where the sheets get ripped off the girl in her bed happens, and Holly shrieks, burrowing into my chest and throwing her leg over mine. I freaking love it, but she’s awfully close to reawakening my cock. I burrow my nose in her hair as my shoulders shake with laughter. Lightning flashes bright behind the curtains, thunder booms loud, and the TV goes dark. She shrieks again, clutching at me like I’m all she’ll ever need.
“Holy fucking balls, that’s not cool. I knew it. I knew it was going to happen.”
I’m all but cackling as she clings to me, totally eating this shit up. She’s got her arm slung over my chest now too. My hand climbs up the outside of her thigh. It’s firm, and I yearn to squeeze it. Annnnd there it is. Hi, cock.
“Is it too creepy now?” I whisper into her hair, savoring the moment of having her in my arms.
“I really just want the TV to come back on. Do not be surprised if I koala bear your body at some point tonight.”
“I fully welcome the idea of your body wrapped around mine.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m a man.”
“Yes, that computes.”
I chuckle again as the TV flickers back to life. Her knee shifts and nudges my cock, and we both take in a quick breath.
“Um, I’m sorry, there’s not much I can do about that with you tangled around me, practically naked in just my shirt. I didn’t feel any bra straps on your shoulder.”
“You’d be correct,” she whispers, looking up at me slowly. The air between us shifts, and I'm having trouble breathing. My fingers tease along the hem of my shirt on her upper thigh.Behave fingers.
“You didn’t have to confirm it. My imagination was working fine on its own.”
“I wasn’t talking about the bra.”
My eyes close as I try to rein it in…
Fuck.
I swallow hard. I’m sure she heard it.
“You’ve been completely naked underneath my shirt this whole time you’ve been climbing my leg?”
“Perhaps,” she teases coyly. “I can’t ride your bike commando in my jeans tomorrow.”
I let my head thud against the headboard.Be cool, be cool, be cool.
“The idea of you commando on my bike just made my blood pressure skyrocket.”
The little vixen giggles.
“Are you toying with me right now?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and I watch in the dim TV light how both of our chests rise and fall at a pace that tells me we’re finally on the same page. This is the point of no return.
“Holly…” I ask on a whisper, a warning undertone that bars any joking.
“Do you know what I hear you say in my dreams? What moment replays in my fantasies over and over?”