“Horrible,” I said, throwing a sassy wink at him. “Still love me?”
“Always, little caterpillar.”
r /> ELEVEN
Gray
The credits were rolling, but I couldn’t bring myself to move from the couch. Not with Kassa’s head pillowed on my thigh, the soft butterfly throw I had given her as one of her many presents that morning tucked around her and her thick, golden hair spread over my lap. She was sound asleep, having slept through over half of the second movie.
Fuck, but she was beautiful. I had always known that, and the night before, it had punched me in the gut, but all day, I had been noticing more and more just how gorgeous she really was. She had changed so much in the time we had been on opposite sides of the country, from the shape of her face to the new curves of her body. My body, the idiot it was, liked these new changes.
Liked them too much.
My brain liked them too, even if it was conflicted as hell. I kept trying to remind myself that this was Kassa, my little caterpillar. But, ten seconds later, all I could see was how perfect her tits were, especially when she wasn’t wearing a bra like right then. Or how good her ass looked in her yoga pants. And my dick would get hard. Harder than it had ever gotten before for a chick who meant more than anything else in the world.
I hated myself for wanting her so much, for nearly making a move on her in the kitchen earlier that night when the food had arrived. She could never know how close I had come to kissing her, how much I had wanted to taste her mouth—and more.
I stroked the backs of my fingers over her cheek, enjoying the contrast of her creamy skin next to my golden complexion. She had the lightest sprinkle of freckles along her nose and her cheeks, but when she wore makeup, they were covered up. Right then, her face was completely free of anything but beauty.
Without thinking about it, I traced my thumb to the corner of her mouth, the tip skimming over the plumpness of her bottom lip. Her mouth fell open slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. The heat of her breath against my fingers nearly made me groan as I pictured sliding my cock between those ripe lips. My cock thickened and flexed, causing her hair to shift across my lap.
I spread my legs a little wider to make the ache in my balls a little less painful. The movement made her stir. Her lashes fluttered, and then, suddenly, I was staring down into a pair of blue eyes that seemed to see all the way to my soul. Her smile only made her more beautiful as she looked up at me with love and trust shining out of those eyes I had missed the last seven months.
“Hi,” she murmured, shifting her body so that she was in a more comfortable position. When her head moved, it brushed over the hardness of my cock, but she didn’t seem to notice the change in my body. “Did I drool on you?”
“All over me,” I choked out. A fantasy of her licking my cock filled my head and I had to clear my throat. “Maybe you should head up to bed.”
“Only if you come too,” she said with a pout. “You leave the day after tomorrow. I don’t want to miss a single second of being with you.”
Dread felt like a hundred-pound weight sitting in my gut right then.
Her lashes lowered when I didn’t immediately tell her yes, her face going blank. “Unless you had plans? I don’t want to keep you from going out with … friends.”
She sounded jealous. With any other chick, I would have instantly found a reason to get away from that kind of craziness. I couldn’t handle a possessive, jealous girl. I stayed as far away from those kind of chicks as possible. But the thought of Kassa jealous made me feel smug as fuck.
“No, Kas. My only plan is to soak up as much of you as I can.” Shit. The mental pictures the word soak produced in my head nearly had me groaning, but I fought it down. “Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours.”
Pleasure filled her eyes as she stood. Holding her hand out to me, she asked in that angelic voice of hers, which to my too fucked up head right then sounded like a siren’s voice trying to tempt me to do such delicious things to her, “Come to bed with me?”
Her question was innocent. It didn’t hold any hidden meaning, and she wasn’t asking me to come to bed and fuck her until neither of us could walk, but that was exactly what my brain pictured. It wasn’t what she meant, but I still took her hand and went upstairs to her room with her.
She went into the bathroom as soon as the door shut behind us, leaving the door open while she brushed her teeth and washed her face. I stood in the doorway, watching her, taking in all the things I had seen her do a hundred times over the years, but suddenly finding them more … intimate.
I didn’t do intimate. Ever. It was a dirty word to me. If a girl even hinted at that shit, I made a quick exit.
So why did I like it with Kassa?
“You can use my toothbrush if you want,” she offered, wiping her face with a hand towel. “I don’t have cooties or anything.”
I took the towel from her and wiped a few drops of water that had rolled down her throat. After tossing the towel aside, I caught her by the waist and pulled her close without letting her feel how hard I was for her. “What are our plans for tomorrow?”
“I want to just stay home and veg out on the couch.” Her fingers touched my chest, her short, smooth nails tracing over my shirt, but her heat touched all the way to my heart. “That okay?”
“That is exactly what I wanted to do, so yeah, caterpillar.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Concern made her blue eyes darker and those three unique shades stand out even more. “You were up before me this morning.”
“I couldn’t sleep.” But I didn’t think sleep was going to come easily. Not with her lying beside me and all those fucking fantasies that had started playing on a loop through my head tempting me with something I wasn’t supposed to want.