Once they’reout the door and I hear her pull out of the garage, I glance toward the ceiling. Rhys is still sleeping. We’re alone in the house.I could walk upstairs and join him in his bed without anyone noticing.
Why is my mug all of a sudden so slippery? And did Heather turn the heat up before she left? I shimmy out of the sweater I slept in. The cool air feels good on my flushed skin.
I’ve made out with guys, but I’ve never let it go further. If a guy pushed for more, I would put on the brakes, and that was that. I never had the urge to go to the next level, but with Rhys, I’m actuallyentertainingthe thought. We’ve made out whenever we were alone in my room. A lot. Hands wandered, but our clothes—most of them—always remained in place; Rhys made sure of that. My mind starts drifting again. His calloused fingertips gliding under my tank top, cupping my—ugh, I need to stop before I’m forced to fully strip down in the living room or risk my body spontaneously combusting.
I place my empty mug in the sink and slowly make my way up the stairs, taking one last look at my sweater draped across the back of the couch. At the top of the stairs, I take a few calming breaths and wipe my palms on my pajama pants before easing Rhys’s bedroom door open slowly.
Rhys is sprawled diagonally across his bed. He’s on his back, one hand behind his head, the other one on his stomach. His comforter is hanging half off the bed, and his shirt is all twisted, the lower part of his taut abdomen peeking out. My breathing immediately accelerates at the sight, and I bite my bottom lip. I can’t seem to look away from his abs and have the urge to slowly trace each muscle with my tongue.
Has his room all of a sudden gotten hotter as well?
Once I get a grip on myself again, I slowly move into the room toward his bed. For a few heartbeats, I marvel at how this boy is mine and that there could have been a chance of me never knowing.
I carefully lower one knee onto the mattress, followed by my trembling hands, until I’m on all fours. Rhys shows no sign of waking up, and I crawl until I am right next to him. Lowering myself down, I make sure not to startle him. When hestilldoesn’t move, I exhale a shaky breath. Inching closer, I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck, wrap my arm around his waist, and place a kiss underneath, slightly behind his ear. The remnants of his shower gel invade my nose, and I inhale. His scent alone makes my core come to life.
Thatgets me a reaction, and he mumbles, "Cal?"
Rhys’s head is angled toward me, and I take the opportunity and capture his mouth with mine. His eyes pop open immediately, and he pulls back an inch, glancing between me and the still-open door. "Uh...am I dreaming?"
I grin deviously at him. "Does it feel like a dream?"
"Umm..." His eyes dart to the door and back to my face again. "No?"
My poor guy is still half asleep. I place my hand on his face, slowly sliding it to his neck while pulling him slowly back to me. One leg hooked over his, I’m halfway on top when I say, "Then let me kiss you good morning already."
I have no clue where my bravado comes from; I barely recognize myself. Walking in his room and seeing him there, sprawled out, mine for the taking, all hesitation has left my body, and a new sense has taken over—unrestricted desire. I want him.
Rhys smiles against my lips, and I can feel his body responding to mine. He pulls on me until I’m draped on top of him and mumbles against my lips, "Mhmmm...I like that kind of wake-up call."
Lilly takingwhat she wants from me is such a turn-on that I can’t stop myself from pulling her on top of me and deepening the kiss. When her lips part ever so slightly, all bets are off, and my primal instincts take over. My tongue invades her mouth, and she reciprocates in kind. I can taste the bergamot orange on her tongue. She’s already had her tea.
When did kissing become better than sex?
If kissing her is this good, I can’t even think of—that’s when she nips on my lower lip, and a guttural groan escapes me. With one move, I reverse our position, and she’s under me, caged between my forearms resting on each side of her head. My hips press against her center and, moaning, her eyes roll back. Focusing back on me, she holds my gaze and slowly slides her hands under my shirt, up my back. Her soft fingertips ignite my skin, and I can feel the path she is making burning all the way into my muscles. My dick is already painfully hard, and I can’t stop myself from rocking into her. The whimper escaping her confirms that she can feel my hard-on pressing against her core. I can barely contain the urge to strip her. But maybe some dry humping?
No, stop that right there.
When Kat and I had started ourarrangement, it didn’t take more than three days before we ended up in the back of my car together. And the entire school knew about it the next day. Kat made sure of that. Even at the stage of wanting to forget everything about Lilly, I knew that it was wrong. It felt wrong. But this...Lilly, even mostly clothed, gives me more than the wildest sex in my past. And the difference is...I love her.
When she braces her feet against the mattress and presses herself against my throbbing cock, I finally pull back. We’re both panting, and if we keep this up, I’ll have to get a clean pair of briefs soon. I see another cold shower in my near future and groan inwardly.
Breathing heavily, I touch my forehead to hers and huff out a laugh. "Babe, what are you doing to me? Who are you?"
Lilly blushes. "Honestly, I’m not sure."
"You’re killing me."
"Sorry?" She shrugs. But she’s not.
I peck her nose. "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? Fuck, you interrupted a pretty R-rated dream of yourself when you attacked me."
The daring gleam returns to her eyes. "Oh yeah? Do tell."
That makes me shake my head. And I thought I couldn’t be any crazier about her. "Uh, no, I already need a cold shower. I don’t want to add to the pain by talking about what we did in the car."
"The car, was it?" She wiggles her eyebrows.
Fuck me and my stupid mouth.