“Wasp?” I ask, confused.
He lifts his head from my neck and hovers over me, eyes searching mine. I already miss his lips on mine.
“Yeah. I don’t—I don’t have a type, usually. I’ve been attracted to curvy girls, skinny girls, or athletic girls, but… I don’t think you realize justhowattractive you are. Like a mix of all of those. These thick runner thighs. These wide hips and perfect squeezable ass. This defined narrow waist. Thesegorgeousperky breasts… The amount of time I’ve been thinking about them since the shower incident is outrageous.” He shakes his head, releasing a shaky sigh. “And that’s just about your body. Don’t get me started on your silky hair, soft skin, multicolored eyes, and lips that just beg to be kissed.”
My lips part in confusion. I don’t see myself in the way he’s describing me. That woman he’s talking about? That’s not me.
“I’m not—”
He shuts me up with a kiss. I’m not even mad, it’s the new best way to make me quiet.
I get lost in the taste of him. Thefeelof him. Of his soft lips moving against my own. His tongue slowly stroking mine. The warmth of his breath, short and panting.
I’m ready to throw his phone away when I feel it buzzing in his pocket and he groans in frustration.
“I should take that,” he says between kisses.
“No.”
“It might be our food…”
“Hm, hm,” I mumble against his lips.
He chuckles and manages to detangle himself from me. I sigh, letting my head and arms drop back against the blanket in frustration. He sits back on his hunches to get the phone out of his pocket and I quickly sit up to crawltowards him. The second he goes to answer, I straddle his thighs, burying my face in his neck.
God, this delicious smell.
“Hello?” He says, before gasping when I kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. “Okay, I’ll be—fuck”
His whole body tenses and shudders when I nibble at his earlobe, and I can feel the bulge pressing against the front of his jeans twitch against my core.
“Yeah sorry, I’m alright. Just—bumped my toe. I can—” He exhales roughly when my hands slide under his tee-shirt to meet the soft smooth skin of his abs. He sits up, grabbing my ass with his free hand to keep me flush against him. “Do you see the box next to the door?” He asks, his voice strained, as he moves his legs to sit back down more comfortably. “Yeah, it’s a fridge for deliveries. Leave the bag in here. Code is—ah…0579. Awesome, thank you.”
He hangs up and drops the phone on the blanket next to him, both of his hands now on my backside, his hips tilting forward to grind his trapped length against my core.
“How is the food already here?” I moan before kissing him again. “You’ve ordered like ten minutes ago.”
“More like forty-five…”
My eyes widen but he cuts any retort I might have had with a hungry kiss, devouring me.
No way. There’s no way we talked for that long. How long have we been making out like teenagers?
Oh my god, thecamera!
I rear back as my gaze snaps towards it and I feel my face burning. It’s still here. Oh no, no, no… What if it took pictures of us kissing and—
“Stop worrying, we’re outside of the angle,” he says, nibbling at my jaw. “But if it makes you feel too uncomfortable, I can turn it off.”
“No it’s just—I forgot it was there.”
“Well, I’m glad to know that I have your whole focus.”
I reach for the bottom of his shirt, my lips finding his again, determined to rip it off his body if needed, but he stops me, grabbing my hand with his.
My eyes snap open and I freeze.
What the hell am I doing? Yeah, I’ve been wanting to kiss him for a while. But this isNate. What if I’m reading this all wrong? What if he getsbored with me like he did with every girl in college? What if once he has me, and he gets to actually know me and how boring I am, he doesn’t like me as much anymore? What—
