“Oh, is that how it is?” she said, staring down at him with a sly expression on her face.
“I put my fate in your hands.”
He wanted to persuade her that they should be together, but he wanted her to agree with that as fervently as he believed it. So he gave her control.
She kissed him. Unable to resist, he put her arms around him. She started to shift against his upper body, then she slowly slid away. She sat up. Then she sank onto his cock.
Brad groaned as he sank into her. She was hot and tight, and this was like relief and agony all rolled into one. Having her arms around him felt like coming back home again, and he wanted to remember this moment in case he never got another. Even though everything in his body screamed to go faster, push harder, get to the finish line faster, he wanted to slow it down, savor it.
He kissed Lindsay, took her lower lip into his mouth, nipped at her with his teeth, wanted her to feel it. He touched her everywhere he could reach, tried to memorize the feel of her skin under his hands. He pumped his hips slowly, slid in and out of her, and wanted to make her feel it all, too.
As far as he could tell, they were back together right now. But he didn’t dare point that out to Lindsay.
She rode him. She stretched her arms into the air, making her beautiful body long, making her breasts stand out. God, she was perfect. He put his hands on her hips but didn’t try to control her pace. This was all Lindsay. Her body squeezed his, she let out cute little sighs, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might beat out of his chest. She looked beautiful, powerful, stunning. And she was making him feel, well, everything. He needed her in his life. He wanted her like this every day. He would not stop until he found a way to show her that the two of them were perfect together.
He wasn’t there yet. So he’d keep trying.
“God,” she panted.
“Yes, dear.”
He couldn’t not touch her, so as she rode him, he pressed a thumb against her clit. She rode against him and touched her breasts, cupping them, squeezing her own nipples. “Right there,” she said.
He was going to make her go off like a rocket.
His secret was that he still remembered. He knew what set her off. He knew what she liked. He’d held on to that knowledge in case it proved useful again, and it definitely had. He moved inside her, drew his thumb in circles, pressed with just enough force to make her really feel it, and then she groaned. The way she shook, above him, around him, told him he’d achieved his goal. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. She was flying apart, and braced a hand on his chest to support herself. As her orgasm waned, she pinched his nipples, and that was all he needed to get the rest of the way there. He threw his head back and lost himself in her, coming hard, seeing stars.
A few minutes later, they were both lying on their backs, still panting.
***
Lindsay hadn’t eaten, and when her stomach growled, Brad suggested they get dinner delivered.
And so, dressed in one of Brad’s old T-shirts and her own underwear, she sat cross-legged on the sofa and shoveled green curry into her mouth, because that bout of sex had left her starving.
Brad twirled his fork through a plastic container of pad thai. “So riddle me this,” he said. “Why are we not getting back together?”
Brad wore only a pair of soft-looking sweatpants. He’d answered the door when the delivery guy came wearing only those sweatpants, probably giving that poor guy an eyeful. His chest was distracting. Lindsay struggled not to stare at it.
“We didn’t work out the first time,” Lindsay said with a shrug. That was an inescapable fact. That Brad didn’t agree was a little disconcerting. “I never felt like I knew where I stood with you, because you were so flirty with everyone. You still do it, you know.”
“What, flirt?”
“Witheveryone. At that adoption party, you had every woman there in the palm of your hand. Some of the men, too.”
“Jealous?”
“Not now. We’re not a couple now. Back when we were dating? Yes.”
Brad sighed. “Okay.”
Hamilton trotted into the living room with his nose in the air. He hopped up on the coffee table to investigate the spread. Brad quickly put the tops on all the open containers and tried to shoo away the cat, but Hamilton just lay down on the empty end of the table.
“Cats don’t like Thai food,” said Brad.
“I don’t think he knows that.”
Brad sighed. “I fed him when I got home and have not seen him since. Of course he shows up again at mealtime.”
