I avoid looking down to draw attention to the outline of my dick when I realize what I’m wearing. Tight grey sweatpants—clever girl. The smirk on her face says she knew exactly what she was doing. It also makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and smack that round ass while I carry her into the bedroom.
“How far into the second movie did you get?” She leans across me to put my coffee cup on the end table beside me. I close my eyes and pray to no one that I make it through the morning without making a total ass of myself. Somehow, I avoid looking down the opening of her robe.
“Uhm, oh, I didn’t turn on the second one. Guess we were, uhh, tired.”
“Good. We could, uhm, watch it later.”
“Later?” My eyes shoot open and find hers. She’s sitting beside me on the couch with a pillow over her lap and her hair up in a messy ponytail. Her makeup is gone, and I can see the constellation of freckles decorating her nose and cheeks. There’s a soft dusting of pink from her blushing, and I know I’m doomed to be forever haunted by those dark brown eyes staring back at me. This woman could ask me to rob a bank, and I’d ask which one.
“Yeah, hopefully tonight? If, you know, you’re free or whatever.” A buzzer goes off somewhere in the kitchen and she hops up and starts walking away while talking. “I mean, if you’re not busy—which you probably are—never mind. I should probably…work. Or…something…”
She doesn’t wait for an answer, disappearing behind the wall and still mumbling to herself. I’m off the couch and following her in an instant. When I round the corner, she’s on her tiptoes, her long legs stretching and the robe no longer covering her ass. She’s trying to reach a basket at the top of the laundry closet while she doesmyfucking laundry and I’m standing here ogling her like a fucking asshole.
I reach over her, causing her to squeak twice. Once when she feels my hand on her hip, and the second time when I press against her.
“About tonight,” I say as I pull the basket down and hand it to her with a grin. “I’ll spend any time I can with you, Angel, but I can’t promise I’ll be watching much of the movie with you around.”
Her robe has fallen again, and my fingers trace around the tattoo on her shoulder. It’s a distinct style from the others. Simple line art of a caterpillar rather than colorful characters.
“My sister and I have matching ones.”
“What does it mean?”
““Sort of a Disney reference. A promise that someday, if I give myself enough time, I’ll be a beautiful butterfly.” She turns to face me. That mischievous sparkle in the corner of her eye has my mind in a haze.
“But Angel, you already are.”
I stare at her because she’s all I can see. I hold her face, my thumbs sliding over her soft skin as she looks through me and into my soul. The sounds of apartment life fade away to somewhere distant, and all I hear are the unsteady breaths we’re both taking. My thumb slides over her parted lips and I know what I have to do.
“Oh, fuck it.”
I cup my hand around her neck, pulling her in and we collide, savoring her in a long, deep kiss. I was right—she tastes like candy. We don’t waste time on soft and slow, that can come later. Right now, we’re too caught up in the moment. Tongues tangle as our mouths meet over and over, chasing each other like it’s a game. I push her backward, grabbing her wrist as we hit the wall and swallowing her little chirps of pleasure.
Her back arches and her hips roll against me while I have her caged in my arms. I hear an unfamiliar moan from myself when her leg slides up mine, her body begging for more.
When we break for air, I hold her face to mine, afraid she’ll run away if I don’t because that’s what I expect. I wait for her to pull away, to smack me for reading the situation wrong. But she kisses me back. Each time deeper than the last. Her arms slip around my neck and I pick her up and put her on the counter.
“James!”
We break apart just long enough for me to whisper, “I’ll stop. If that’s what you want. But you have to tell me.”
“Don’t.” Her voice is soft and breathy, bordering on a moan that goes straight to my cock as she pulls me back for more. Our mouths slide together again as her legs wrap around my hips, holding me there. “Please. Don’t stop.”
It’s not a request, it’s a demand. Not a trace of doubt in her voice. The way she kisses me makes me think she’s wanted this as badly as I have.
“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can stop.”
Her fingers play in my wet hair, nails dragging along my scalp and making me moan into her. Her robe is falling open and my hands slide up her thighs, finding her hips and squeezing hard. She’s rocking against the growing bulge in my pants and I’m leaving bruises along her pale skin. Her whole body sings with every move and every touch while I feel like I’ve been bathed in lava. I need her, all of her.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me everything that you need. Let me fucking worship you.” I can’t stop my heart from hammering and when one of her hands drops and lays flat against my chest, I know she can feel it.
“You,” she whines. “I need you, James.”
Fuck, my name sounds good on her candy flavored lips. I kiss along her jaw and to her neck and all I can focus on is how badly I need to explore all of her. Biting just hard enough on her earlobe to pull a whimper from her, I whisper, “You have me, Angel. Always.”
As her knees spread wider apart, she reaches for my hoodie, desperately trying to pull it off, but I stop her. She wants to argue, but the words never come because my fingers are already tracing over her soaked panties and teasing her clit.
“Fuck, Lexi, you’re so wet for me. What would you have done if I didn’t follow you here? Was that your little plan? Torment me all morning?”
