“Face masks?”
19
SYDNEY
Koa’s face scrunches up in confusion. As much as I’m enjoying using his half naked body as a security blanket, I need a minute to collect my thoughts.
He’s read every book. And not just read them but annotated them in detail. How did I never notice? I feel like an idiot for never seeing the signs.
“Yes, face masks!” I pop a kiss on his lips—which feels more natural than it should—and push him off of me.
He groans as he rolls onto his back and I slide off the bed. I brought all the necessities for a night of reading. When he asked me what I wanted to do at the library, a night spent wrapped up in my favorite robe and a good book is what I would pick every time. Although now I will be adding ‘wrapped up with Koa to the list’ too.
“You are going to love this. Your pores will be so grateful,” I say. He grunts and I glance over my shoulder to say something snarky. The words come to a screeching halt in my brain when my eyes land on Koa still spread out on the bed.
His face is wedged in his elbow and his other hand is squeezing and readjusting his cock which is barely hiddenbehind a pair of gym shorts. My cheeks warm and my thighs clench watching the way the muscles in his abs tighten from the movement.
“You better stop looking at me like that, trouble.” He smirks, turning on his side. A vision of me tackling him and sucking on him like a newly created vampire flashes through my mind.
He catapults himself off the bed and his arms lasso me in less than two seconds. “Nothing but trouble,” he says, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t see how I’m the troublemaker here. I’m not the one laying on the bed touching myself. I’d say you’re the one who’s trouble.”
Koa groans into my hair and playfully bites down on my shoulder. “We’re doing that later after your face masks and whatever else you have planned.”
“Wh-what?”
His eyes darken and his tongue slowly slides over his lower lip. “You. Naked on the bed. I’ll watch while you make yourself come. Maybe I’ll pull my cock out and show you exactly what thinking about you does to me.”
My knees threaten to buckle. Thank goodness for his arms tightening around me.
“Do you want to do that? Do you want to see how hard you make me? How easy it is for me to come when I picture you taking me in your mouth?” He grabs hold of my hips and pushes his cock between my legs.
“What about me?” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve never been one to hold my tongue around him. If he gets to put me on edge with his dirty talk, two can play that game.
“What about you?”
Placing my hand over his, I slide his hand down until he’s cupping my pussy over my pants. His finger pushes against my center. “Do you want to see how wet you make me?” I wouldn't be surprised if he can't already feel it through the fabric.
His eyes flutter closed. My nails scrape against his chest, needing something to hold myself steady as he continues to work me over my clothes. “Do you want to see how I make myself orgasm thinking of you touching me again?”
“Damnit, baby.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Pulling away, he rests his head against mine. “You’ve always been my trouble. My demise. The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be someone special in my life.”
My eyes close and I let his words sink into my heart. “Don’t ever tell me you’re not romantic again,” I say, before tearing myself away from him.
Opening up one of the bags I brought, I retrieve the reading robe I brought for him. “Here put this on.” It’s baby blue with moons and suns reading books.
He chuckles as he slips one of his massive arms through the sleeve. “I think it might be my color.”
“It looks good on you.” I roll my lips to keep from smiling. The sleeves are so tight on his arms one false move will split every seam in the fabric. “I’ll be right back,” I say, picking upmy cozy pajamas, robe, and the premade dry mixture I have for our masks.
Koa bounces onto his bed and lays down with his hands behind his head. He is really testing the durability and quality of my robe. With one last glance at his bare chest, I make my way to the bathroom in the middle of the hallway he shares with Hart.
I change my clothes and slip into my robe. I don’t want to give myself too much time to think about what’s waiting for me back in his room. Everything between us is moving so fast. We are falling back into place like years of heartache hasn't kept us apart.
Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?I put my terry cloth headband over my head and fluff my hair. Yes, it is. Looking at myself in the mirror, I take in my smile and the color in my cheeks. He is slowly waking me back up. I’m not sure I could walk away from him even if I wanted to.
Quickly I add a little bit of water into the jar of dry ingredients. I’m still experimenting with the recipe, but this mix of matcha, ground oatmeal, and a little bit of activated charcoal has been my favorite.
