“Promise?” That wasn’t what I intended to say, but it slips out on its own.
He nods before his hands slide up my arms and to my neck, before sliding up my face and into my hair. He rubs my scalp gently, knowing how much I love that, especially when we’re in the shower, and I moan under his fingertips. “We do this, Leighton. You need to be all in. You can’t run from me at the first sign of trouble.”
“I didn’t run…”
“You shut me out all week.”
We are not off to a good start. I take a step back. “Should we rehash why I felt the need to put space between us?”
He takes a step closer. “No.” He shakes his head. “We don’t. But I don’t ever intend to be in a situation like that.”
“Well, I won’t feel the need to shut you out then. I was all in last week, Everett.”
He nods in understanding. “I’m all in, Leigh. You. Me. Us. This.”
I bite my bottom lip wondering if he’s planning to seal that with a kiss, but he sits on his bed and holds his hand out for me. When I’m within arm’s reach, he pulls me onto his lap and submerges his face in my neck. “I love you.” I hum in response, letting my eyes flutter closed as his nose finds my pulse point and his tongue darts out to lick the skin. “Tell me, did you miss me, baby? Did you rub your sweet little pussy because I wasn’t around to make you scream?”
“Fuck.” I let out a breath. “Everett…” His hand drags up my leg and settles at the apex of my thighs rubbing his fingers against the seam right over my pussy. My leggings aren’t particularly thin, but enough so that I can feel the pressure on my clit, easily.
I feel his breath on my face. “That feel good?” My eyes shut the second he started rubbing me and when they flutter open, his piercing blue eyes are staring right at me. “Making you come is high on my list of favorite pastimes, and I haven’t done that in what feels like forever. Please, let me.”
I believe that. When Everett and I first started messing around all those years ago, the first time he made me come, you’d think someone would have crowned him king of the fucking world. He didn’t shut up for days about it. Not to anyone else or anything, but he was so proud of the fact that he got me off.
And to be honest, so was I. A few of my friends were starting to lose their v-cards around the same time and none of them knew what an orgasm felt like. I did, and I was having them daily.
“Everett…” I grab his hand despite the dizzy feeling and lean forward to press my forehead to his. “I just…I think we should take this a little slower…”
“Last time you said that, you ran,” he whispers.
“I know, but I’m sober, and I’m telling you I want this, but I don’t want to jump back into bed yet. We know we have this insane sexual chemistry. That will never change, but I need to know that I’m in love with more than just our sex life. I need to know that I love you as more than just my best friend. We need to…” I look around the room as I struggle to explain what I mean, “date.”
“Okay…” He trails off. “But people fuck when they’re dating usually.” He narrows his eyes, confused.
“Yes, but not usually, night one. Okay, sometimes night one, but…ugh…” I scoff when I see the grin on his lips. “Everett, you get what I’m saying.”
“I do. We’ll keep things PG for now.” He wraps his arms around me completely and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
Wait, let’s not get crazy! I still want to make out. “Whoa whoa whoa.” I put a hand up. “What’s PG?”
“Like making out?”
“That’s not PG. A kiss maybe, but I don’t think there’s tongue till PG-13.” I tap my chin as I try to recall some tween movies.
“Sex is PG-13, babe.”
Okay, he’s got a point. “Well…what about PG-13 with no sex?”
His eyes widen. “What kind of bullshit movie is that?”
“I don’t know…a fade to black one? All sex behind closed doors? I don’t know.”
“So, I don’t see your tits?”
“You’ve seen my tits, Everett.”
“Not today. I feel like it’s been forever. Did you have them pierced? Did they grow?” he jokes.
I roll my eyes at my dramatic best friend…boyfriend…best friend slash boyfriend. “They look the same.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He tells me as he pulls my sweater slightly forward so he can peer down my shirt and I shiver when he licks his lips. “Still beautiful,” he mumbles.
“Okay, so library?” If we don’t get out of here, we’re going to have sex. I’m already two seconds from ripping my clothes off and sitting on his face.
“Yeah, if I’m in here another minute with you, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”