“Put it in,” she mumbled, fumbling with a couch cushion.
I paused with a handful of buttered kernels to my mouth when she looked at me, her eyebrows raised. “Put what in?” I actually said that, didn’t I? Shit. I did not need to think about putting my dick anywhere near her right now. I was thinking it for sure, but I should really work on editing the thoughts and what came out of my mouth.
She held her hand out almost shyly, and I wanted to kick myself, taking the remote from her palm. “I haven’t mastered the remote yet so here.” Thank God she let the comment ride. Remi was either not a big TV watcher or she was remote handicapped because I was forever finding the TV on the last thing I watched.
I felt sure she wasn’t a true crime fan or a closet ESPN type. She sat on the far end of the couch. Well, that wasn’t going to do at all. I didn’t like this for a number of reasons. One, she was too far away, obviously. Two, if I had to hand her the popcorn bowl, my dick was going to jump after her and spray her with my own buttery topping. This was becoming a bad recipe for getting arrested for indecent exposure or some other lewd act.
“Hey, come here.” I tugged on her foot until she sat next to me as rigid as a two-by-four. We’d been living together for weeks now, so I didn’t understand what suddenly made her so uneasy with me. I was always respectful despite my asinine comments that tumbled out of my mouth completely unplanned. What the hell happened with her dickface ex?
“Evan, I am here.” Stubborn girl rolled her eyes, kicking my hand away and I wasn’t having it. That simply wouldn’t do.
“No, over here. This is where you sit.” I pulled her next to me, putting an arm around her, silencing any argument she might have had and propped the popcorn on my lap, artfully hiding my growing arousal. She was finally close enough that I could smell her fresh baby powder scent and feel her soft hair on my arm. We watched the movie in silence, and it wasn’t until we were a good half hour into watching Jason Statham kick ass and blow shit up saving the girl that she relaxed enough to press ever so gently into my side.
I considered this not only an improvement but major progress.
It could have also been pretty exhausting having to hold her body so rigidly, but hey, I’d take what I could get.
“He’s pretty hot,” she mumbled between bites of popcorn and pops of gunfire.
I wondered how I compared to the movie actor and flexed my muscles next to her. “Well, I don’t watch it for his hardware.” My comment elicited a soft chuckle.
“No kidding.” By the latter half of the movie, her head nestled my shoulder, sagging against my beating heart. My hand found its way into her mass of red hair—my clean hand, not the popcorn one. If there was a bonus to babies, it was the plethora of wipes we had on hand for easy access. The strands tangled seductively around my fingers, which I used as an opportunity to massage her neck. My thumb rubbed in the dip between her neck and head, giving me a small but audible moan. She didn’t resist in the slightest, and I didn’t push further until I felt a small hand creeping up my chest, resting over my pectoral. A tiny nail scratched over my shirt, rubbing my nipple. I didn’t think that would affect guys the same way it did girls, but shit, my dick got an instant boner.
“Remington.” I kissed her head, speaking softly into her ear. Her head didn’t move from its spot, and I almost regretted interrupting her. “Sweet girl, what are you doing?” Her hand stopped its rhythmic pattern of moving over my chest, and she sucked in a breath, attempting to pull away. Shit. The last thing I wanted was her stopping. I put my hand over hers, keeping it there.
“I don’t know.”
I shifted my body and pulled her up to look at her face. “I think you do know.” Playfully, I chastised her, watching her shake her head no. Curls of red hair haloed her face, leaving me with no idea where her head was at these days.
“Come here.” I pulled her up farther over my body for a kiss. I let my lips linger over hers, causing a whimper to come from her. Nipping at her lip, I pressed more. Images of her coming the first time in my arms filtered into my mind. I wondered what her face looked like after her release. Would her lips part as she panted for air? Would she make a mewling sound or cry my name out? I bet I could get her to scream my name if I played my cards right.
“What do you need?” I asked, no longer interested in couch fumblings.
“You.” The room felt like a vacuum had been turned on, sucking all the air out of it. Was this what victory felt like?
“Nah uh.” I teased her lips and licked them as she wiggled closer but not enough.
“What?” she queried.
“I’m gonna need some solid words for this to work.”
Her mouth pouted and her frown grew bigger. It would have been funny but the ridge in my pants hurt, wanting her to rub against me like a cat in heat.
“I want to have— I want to make— I just need you.” In all my years of being an active sexual adult, I was sure I’d never heard a girl grunt wordlessly and so frustrated. Who was I to say no to making her wishes come true?
I smiled, seeing how long this would play out. “Hmm. You need me, huh?” Her nails scraped against me, and her head thrashed with a groan. I cupped a hand over her swollen breast, still large and more than a handful. My mouth watered as I wondered what color her nipple might be. Post-pregnancy had her body primed to be womanly, almost porn-star-like in dimensions, but I had nothing but respect for this beautiful smiling girl I wanted as my own.
“Evan.” She slapped my shoulder, stinging me.
“Easy, wildcat.” I moved the popcorn and dragged her over my lap fully and thrust my hips up into the cradle of her thighs, the only things separating us a thin layer of clothes that seemed to itch my skin and dampen with each grind against her mound. Her whimper sent twin currents of need through my body in response.
“I want your undivided attention…” She licked her lips like she was parched in the desert. She definitely had it now. “And sex. Please.”
“You’re so damn polite.” I growled. She flinched and I rephrased my words. “Sweet girl, you’ve already got my undivided attention.” I ground against her, sucking the moans from her body in an open-mouthed kiss. “We don’t have to be polite about it.”
“We don’t?” If I didn’t know better, I would have said Remington Kennedy was a virgin in everything but the act of plain-old penetrative sex. Her ex was a fucking idiot to let this girl go. Even her kisses were shy and uncertain, and they turned me on like crazy.
“Know that this is more than sex for me. I need you to tell me how you want it.” Immediately, I almost regretted my words because she stuck her head in my shoulder, muffling the words I had been longing to hear. I rubbed her back for a moment before trying to peel her from me.