Page 30 of Broken Chords
My ears grow hot at her comment, but I ignore it and arch an eyebrow at her. “You’ve been thinking about my dick?”
She meets my eyes, unflinching. “Of course. Guys fantasize about tits. Girls wonder about the size of a guy’s dick.”
I move back to the bed and settle, drawing her down beside me. “What about dick pics, though? I thought girls hated those.”
“Unsolicited ones, yeah. Who wants that as an introduction? ‘Hi. I don’t know you. Here’s my dick.’ Would you want a picture of some random girl’s tits before you’ve even talked to her?”
I pretend to think about that. “Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe.”
She slaps me on the chest. “Liar! You of all people wouldn’t want that. Maybe some guys would. But not you.”
Bunching up her shirt on one side, I slip my hand underneath. “Let’s try it out. Let me see yours, and I’ll tell you if I like seeing them better from a girl I already know and like.”
“You know, if you want me to take my top off, you just have to ask.”
“I’m pretty sure I just did.”
She splutters out a laugh, but sits up and pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in a pink lacy bra.
I reach out and undo the hooks at the back, and she lets the straps fall off her shoulders, leaving me staring at the bare expanse of her back. Running my hand up the curve of her spine makes her arch into me and let out a low sound of pleasure.
“That feels nice.”
Shifting so I’m directly behind her, I rub both hands up and down her back, pausing to knead her shoulders for a moment, then rubbing circles with my thumbs inside her shoulder blades and down the columns of muscle alongside her spine. She almost purrs in response. I place a soft kiss at the base of her neck. Another one a few inches lower, and I continue placing light kisses down the length of her spine, which causes her to let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
When I get to her waist, she twists around to look at me. “You’re so good to me.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down on top of me. “Not as good as you are to me.”
A smile tips up her pink lips. “I’m better at showing how I feel than I am at explaining it.”
My breath catches at the look on her face. “Can you try explaining?”
Her eyes examine mine, dark and wide, still heavy with lust and something else, her irises only a circle of ice blue banded by a narrow stripe of navy. “I love you,” she finally whispers.
My heart surges beneath hers where we’re pressed chest to chest. And her racing heart matches mine. I pull her face down to mine and claim her mouth, sliding my tongue inside, tasting the salty residue of my own release. But I don’t even care.
She loves me.
She loves me.
She kisses me back, her tongue dancing with mine, her breasts pressing into my chest, soft and beautiful.
When we finally break apart, I stare up into her gorgeous eyes. “I love you too.”
Her lips part in a smile, then her eyes widen as I roll her over so she’s under me, my dick hardening against the smooth fabric of her leggings.
I start tugging at her waistband. “These need to go. I want to feel your skin.”
With a laugh—the sound a burst of pure joy—she pushes me back enough so she can lift her hips, and I peel her leggings down and off in one quick motion, tossing them to the floor before diving back in, bracing myself over her, my legs tangling with hers.
“I want you,” I whisper in her ear.
Her eyes widen. “Do you have a condom? Because I don’t.”
With a groan of frustration I let my head drop to her shoulder. Dammit. Condoms. “No. I don’t.” I wasn’t expecting us to get to this point tonight. I was planning on our first time being a slow seduction after a romantic dinner and a mutual declaration of love.
Her hands cup my cheeks, and she pulls my face to hers for a sweet kiss, then she looks into my eyes. “It’s okay. We can do other stuff tonight. But you have to go shopping tomorrow.”
I blink at her. “I could go shopping now.”
She laughs again and pulls me in for another kiss. Then pushes me off. “Put your clothes on, then. We need to hit Walgreens.”
