Somehow, this movie has turned into something more.
I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.
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It istorture sitting through a movie with the woman of my dreams between my legs. I can’t even tell you what movie we are watching. Instead, my body is in tune with hers. My fingers trail along the skin of her legs. When she presses against me, my dick twitches in my pants. It’s been hard ever since she pressed her body against mine. If she can feel it, she doesn’t say anything.
It’s as if she is entranced by this movie.
Sliding my hand up to her hip underneath my shirt, I squeeze.
Her breathing changes a moment before she relaxes again.
When she leans forward to take a drink of her soda I press my lips onto her exposed neck.
She shoots me a look full of heat.
Fuck. I need to get her back to our room.
When the credits finally roll, I don’t even bother to finish my lukewarm beer she ordered for me. I slip from behind her, pulling her up with me.
I want to drag her out of there, but she’s talking to Nessa while she folds up the blanket I bought her.
I won’t lie. My chest hurt when I saw Barrett sitting next to her. He’s a douchebag, but he also has history with her.
What if he wanted her back? Would she go to him?
I want to say no, but earlier she said this is pretend.
If she is still pretending with me, then give the girl an Oscar. There is no way she can’t feel this chemistry between us.
When she finally turns to me, I let my eyes take her in, showing her my hunger.
That gets her ass moving. She quickly tells Nessa goodbye, coming to stand near me. As soon as she’s close, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Let’s go to bed, baby doll.”
Her voice is breathy as she replies, “Okay.”
I take the blanket from her, grabbing her hand. Then I lead her inside, not even bothering to say goodbye to our friends.
The walk to our room seems to drag on forever, but the anticipation that builds is delightful. I feel like if I have to go one more second without my lips on hers, I may die.
She must feel the same way because as soon as we walk through the door, she presses me against it, kissing me.
The sharp pain from the handle in my back has me pushing her backward, but I don’t stop kissing her.
When we get to the bed, I stop and step back.
“Strip.”
Her eyes flare at my command. Then she slowly runs her fingers across her thighs as she grips the hem ofmyT-shirt.
Fuck, she looks sexy as hell in my clothes.
Then all thoughts flee my mind as she pulls it up and over her head.
Seeing her bare breasts makes my heartbeat faster.
