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She scoots further down my legs, her fingers trailing down my stomach towards the waistband of my pants making my muscles clench. “Can I?…”
Before she can finish, I grab her hands and flip her onto her back, pinning her below me. She lets out a surprised gasp, not seeing it coming.
“If you touch me, I won’t be able to stop, and I agreed to no sex. I’m hanging on by a thread baby.” I keep her wrists pinned with one hand, using the other to pull her face gently to mine, kissing her again, never getting enough. Her lips so soft against mine make me crazy. I lick her bottom lip, needing to feel the softness on my tongue, tasting her.
“Nathan…” She moans again, “You’re torturing me.”
I release her while I can still think clearly, turning to the side and tucking her body into mine. I kiss her forehead. “So the seductress can’t handle a little teasing,” I joke.
“Me? A seductress? Never.” She feigns innocence.
“Oh so, grinding against my cock until I almost came in my pants, that wasn’t you?”
She giggles, burying her face into my neck, “Nope, wasn’t me.” Her sweet, shyness returned. I kiss her head, again, like it’s a reflex. Now that we’ve crossed that bridge I don’t think I could ever go back to keeping my distance, she’s too addicting. She’s going to have to beat me off with a stick to stop me from kissing her.
She pulls her face away from my neck slightly, “Nathan?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m not usually so forward,” she clears her throat, “but I need you to know that I meant it. I won’t ever regret anything that happens between us.” She seals her statement with a soft kiss on my neck, right above my collarbone.
I don’t respond right away, because I’m not sure what to say. I hope she’s right, I hope she doesn’t wake up tomorrow thinking this was a mistake. The pessimist in me is telling me there is no way this could end well, there is no way either of us is going to walk away from this unscathed.
I don’t say any of that out loud though, preferring the version of reality we’re in right now. One thing I know for sure is that I will never regret meeting Callie. I would have preferred to meet under different circumstances, sure, but the only thing that matters is I found her. I kept her safe when she needed me.
Still not knowing what to say, I simply hold her close, deciding not to say anything. Not tonight at least.
I run my fingers through her hair, feeling her relax, and her breathing slow until I know she’s fast asleep. I lie awake for what feels like hours, thinking about everything. Thinking about Callie, thinking about what I’m going to do tomorrow to make sure she’s safe. I wonder if tonight has changed anything, if I could ask her to stay here with me a little longer, or if that’s insane to even think about. If I were by myself, I’d be tossing and turning, but with Callie in my arms, I lay perfectly still hoping she can get enough rest for the both of us.
After what feels like only a couple minutes of sleep, I wake up to the morning sun streaming in the window. I’m usually awake by dawn out of habit, so I never bothered to put curtains up.
Callie’s bare leg is draped over mine over top of the sheets, giving me a chance to admire it. Her smooth skin tempts me, I can’t help but run my hand along her thigh, knee to hip, back and forth. I pause, afraid I woke her up when I feel her fingers twitch against my stomach. Her eyes stay closed, so I continue my caress, this time going further down to her calf. Memorizing every inch in case she wakes up and comes to her senses, leaving me in the dust.
Those fears are quickly squashed when she stirs slightly, pulling herself closer to me, nuzzling into my chest. “Good morning,” she mumbles sleepily, her lips pressed to my skin.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I respond with a kiss on her head.
She giggles, “I’ve always wanted someone to say that to me.” She looks up at me, smiling, her sweet face so close to mine, “Like the country song.”
How the hell has she never had someone say that to her before? She told me about her ex, he must be a bigger piece of shit than I thought. “You deserve it, and a lot more, every day,” I tell her honestly, closing the distance and kissing her earnestly.
She matches my kiss with her own, deepening it. She’s like a magnet pulling me in. I can’t stop touching her, kissing her, and I don’t want to. My hand is tangled in her hair, holding her to me. The other hooks around the back of her knee, pulling her body all the way on top of mine. Needing to feel all of her on me, like a compulsion, I can’t stand any space between us. She doesn’t protest, anchoring her elbows on either side of my head, putting her in the perfect place for my lips to reach hers.
She pulls away, just an inch, studying my face, “Are we crazy?” She asks me, genuinely, wondering the same thing I am.
“Definitely.” It’s all I can muster up as a response, needing to take control of something because I feel like I’m drowning, I flip her over so I’m on top.
I brace my arms on the bed so I don’t crush her under my weight. “I’ll call up any loony bin you want if you promise to be my roommate,” I joke, kissing her all over her face, and making her smile. I keep kissing her and I’m rewarded with a full belly laugh, the kind you can’t fake. The kind that you can’t help but laugh along with. I watch her as she comes down from her laughing fit, feeling incredibly fortunate to witness her happiness.
“Maybe we can just be crazy together here, in the comfort of your home?” She jokes, still catching her breath from laughing so hard.
Damn, the words together and home stir up a deep aching in my chest. The thought of my home eventually being her home sounds fuckin’ nice. I want her to stay, I really want her to stay. Instead, all I say out loud is, “Deal.”
We lay in bed talking for a while, neither of us eager to start the day. The sexual tension is still heavy in the room, my eyes and hands continuously lingering on her body. Hers do the same, tracing the veins in my arm, her fingers skimming so lightly across my skin at some points I feel like I’m going to catch on fire.
Especially when her fingertips trail along the exposed black waistband under my sweatpants, teasing me relentlessly.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you. I also don’t think I’ve ever felt as safe, or as comfortable with anyone, and I barely know you,” she admits. “What have you done to me?” She laughs, but her eyes are full of desire, cluing me into the dirty thoughts in her mind.
