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Laney bends her body toward mine, our fronts grazing. “Oh, hello…”
My hips jerk back, morning wood hardening with her closeness. “Don’t pay attention to him, he’s just–”
Laney cuts me off with a kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing her hips closer to mine. “Mmm…I don’t care. I like knowing you’re hard for me.”
I rest my hand on her waist and let my thumb trace a soft arc across her skin. Then, I take a deep inhale, her scent. Still delicious notes of her fruity shampoo, but also the scent of her after sleeping. A quintessential smell specific only to Laney.
I can’t breathe her inenough. I want more.
All of her.
“So, I’m going to take it as a good sign that you didn’t sneak out of my bed in the middle of the night,” I murmur before kissing her neck, my tongue caressing her skin.
Laney wraps one of her legs over my hip.
My cock nestles against her belly.
I can feel the warmth emanating from her core, a siren’s call, teasing me to readjust and let my cock find a home inside her. Now that I know what she feels like, it’s all I want. “Were you hoping I’d leave in the middle of the night?”
“God, no. I just…” I trail off. Swallow, louder than I intend it to be. “I want you to want me again.”
Her blushing lips turn up at the corner.
“Because I know I want you again,” I say. No shame. No embarrassment. It’s all out there in the open.
Whatever we’ve been dancing around all these months has vanished. Now, our bodies are flush, our centers wanting. An unavoidable reality.
I kiss her.
Laney’s mouth parts to allow my tongue to twine with hers. Our bodies begin to rock against one another’s allowing a delicate friction to build between us.
There is no rush, no desperation.
We know what we can be together.
Why not take the long way this time?
Laney pulls her mouth away from mine.
I try to follow, catching her lower lip between my teeth, but she stops me, a hand to my chest. Not pushing me away, just pressing pause.
“We should probably talk this through first before we go any further, Nate.”
There’s the Laney I’ve known all these years. Logical and pragmatic.
She doesn’t leave much to chance, doesn’t let herself be ruled by risk. It’s what makes her a good physical therapist.
Her eye is always looking down the pike, making sure that nothing can catch her off-guard. The difficult part of a situation like this, where our bodies have tangled in lust and perhaps more, is that it is wholly unpredictable.
However, I will humor her. Give her what she needs to feel comfortable.
I won’t tell her this, but I will give Laneywhatevershe wants.
“Sure, let’s talk,” I exhale a heavy sigh directed at my dick.
Be patient, dude.
Laney’s gaze falls to my chest. One of her fingers traces through my chest hair. There’s not much of it, but it’s there, goddammit.
