I do it again, and he tugs on my hair. “You are seriously like a child.”
I reach up and press a kiss to his lips.
“Just needing a little attention. So, what we doing this weekend?”
“I was planning on staying home and reading.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” I say, pressing my lips to his again.
He cradles my head and gives me a slow, filthy kiss. His tongue licks inside my mouth, and I can’t help but get lost in his taste. When we pull away minutes later, both of us panting, I snuggle up against him again and sigh. I love the feel of his skin against mine. He should be naked all the time.
“Mal’s having a bonfire on the beach. We should go.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Bummer. I’ll just have to go with Magnus then.”
Whit tenses underneath me and then grumbles, “Fine. I’ll go.”
I smile into his skin and turn my face back to the TV. Welp, that was easy. Seems Whit’s a jealous fucker. Not that he has any reason to be. I’m into him. Big time.
Being with Whit has been wild. I’ve never been so infatuated with another person. Since that first meeting, seeing him looking so serious and put together, he’s consumed almost all of my attention. It’s as if he’s all I can focus on. The fact that he’s a guy no longer factors into it. I’m just into him.
Saturday arrives before we know it, and Whit and I are heading down to the beach. I'm in my flannel shirt, jeans, and a backward baseball cap, driving Whit crazy. I can see him watching me, subtly adjusting himself in those tight pants of his.
Serves him right. He teases me by just existing.
This morning he dared to walk out of the shower completely naked, bent over to grab his clothes, giving me a nice view of his ass, and then left for class. He knew what he was doing to me too. He fuckingsmirkedwhen he left. I feel some sort of vindication that he’s just as horny as me.
“You assholes made it,” Mal smiles, lifting up two unopened beers and handing them to me. People mull around us, some drinking, others dancing. Mal’s bonfire is always a hit this time of year. Anything Mal does is, actually. People just flock to him.
“Had to drag this one,” I say, shooting my thumb over my shoulder.
Whit slides up next to me, and Mal fist bumps him. Then Whit opens my beer for me and hands it to me.
“Thanks, babe,” I say and pull him into my side, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“You guys are too cute. Makes me want to barf,” Mal says.
“Getting you back for smooching on Bree. I can’t get those images out of my mind,” I say.
Mal looks pleased and then tells me, “Sem and Luke are here. Been half-heartedly looking for you.”
“Meh, they’ll find me. I’m sure they’ve found someone to harass.”
Whit and I mingle for a few more minutes and then find a seat on the beach. Whit sprawls a towel out and lowers himself onto it, spreading his legs, and I crawl between them. This dude actually wanted to bringtwotowels, one for each of us. I’d told him in no uncertain terms that no, we’d be sharing. Thank you very much.
I rest my head against his shoulder, my legs stretched out in front of me.
“We should’ve brought two towels. You’re half in the sand,” he scoffs.
“Aw, looking at my legs, Whit. I know they’re impressive.”
He huffs in my ear and then slips his frozen hand under my shirt.
A hiss escapes me, and he chuckles lowly. I glance up at him, and his eyes are sparkling. Gah, this guy. Drives me insane.
“Feel free to feel me up,” I say. “You know I’d never say no to you.”