The way he says that makes my heart race.
“Would it be better to go out? Do you need to be seen with that respectable girlfriend?” The idea of going out deflates my enthusiasm, which is strange because I’m usually a social butterfly.
“Nah. I’d rather just hang with you. Snuggle on the couch. Veg out. That okay?”
My excitement ramps up again. “It sounds perfect.”
Spending some time alone with Billy? I’m definitely looking forward to this date.
26
ROXY
Empty Thai boxessprawl across the coffee table as some Tom Cruise movie plays on the TV. Frankly, I have no idea what’s going on because I’m curled up on the couch with Billy. My legs are in his lap, and his hand is resting on my thigh. Every few minutes, he drags it up and down, just a little, almost like he just enjoys touching me. His attention is on the movie while he’s slowly driving me out of my mind. Because that simple touch is going straight to my clit.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I scoot off the couch.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I motion behind me. “I need to take a shower and wash off all that goop the tech used for the ultrasound.” Plus, I’m embarrassingly wet, and it’s starting to get uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to pause the movie?”
Ask. Do it.
“No. It’s fine.”
Chicken.
His attention returns to the TV.
I clear my throat. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”
“Join you where?” he asks as he takes a sip of his water, never turning away from that damn film.
“In the shower.”
He chokes on his drink and then caps it. “Did you just ask me to shower with you or am I going mental?”
“Yes, I invited you to shower with me.”
“Fuck yes, I’ll join you.” He tosses his bottle of water, leaps off the couch and picks me up, making me squeal with laughter.
The man carries me to the bathroom, where he stalks in there like a man on a mission. Reaching into the shower, I crank on the water. We’re both smiling as we strip off our clothes. I pause to watch him yank off his t-shirt like it personally offended him. All of those beautiful muscles go on display like he’s my personal thirst trap.
“You’re too far away.” I reach for him, and he lifts me by my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me breathless.
The way our tongues battle is animalistic. Primal. Like he’s starving for me.
He smells so good, like spicy cologne and the masculine scent of his skin.
I tilt my head as he sucks on my neck. I usually hate hickeys, but it feels so good, I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop. Not being with him this week while he slept in my own damn bed was pure torture. So tonight, I want everything he has to give. I want every mark, every bite, every hard thrust.
The bathroom fills with steam. I grab his handsome face and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s get in the shower.”
His pupils are blown out, and his cheeks are flushed. He nods and lets me slide down his body where I’m greeted by that thick rod in his jeans that presses against my belly.
I step away from him and flick off my bra. We watch each other as we finish undressing.
