“Be—"
He cuts me off by thrusting his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply and wrapping his arms around me so hard I’m pinned to him, unable to move at all. I melt into him and let him have this win. I’ll make sure to revisit the issue later.
“So, you’ll be over around eleven-thirty? My parents are usually in bed by ten-thirty.”
“Yup. Can’t wait.”
He blows me a kiss, winks and shuts my car door.
The tension to leave him is still present but lessened by the fact I’ll be seeing him in a short two hours.
I can barely sit still. As soon as I arrive home, I run around my room like a mad woman, cleaning up anything that looks out of place. I can’t believe he’s going to stay the night.
Eeek!
Finally, the time comes and he texts me he’s on his way.
Okay, the last thing I need to do is pick out pajamas. What am I going to wear to bed? Am I going to wear the new lingerie I got?
No, that might look like I was asking for it or trying too hard. I don’t want to push him to have sex if he’s not ready for it either. Alright, oversized T-shirt and boy-short underwear it is. That’ll be cute enough, right?
Ben’s message lights up my phone:
I quietly open my door and take a quick peek down into the hall to make sure my parents’ bedroom door is closed. Perfect, I can hear my dad snoring from here.
I tiptoe down the stairs, avoiding the third creaky step, twist the lock on the front door as slow as humanlypossible, praying the click of the deadbolt won’t wake my parents and creak open the door.
Wow. How did I get so lucky?
Ben stands there smirking at me, looking devilishly handsome in his motorcycle jacket, pants and boots with his black motorcycle helmet clutched under his arm.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey, you,” I whisper back.
I step aside to let him in.
The walk upstairs feels like it takes years, but my dad’s continued snores still echo in the hallway, confirming we’re safe.
I shut my bedroom door, anticipation pulsing through me, and my core, setting my body on fire just watching him make himself at home in my room.
I sit on my bed and watch him shrug off his jacket, setting it on the back of my computer chair. I turn my box fan on for the night, so we’ll have more of a noise buffer in case one of us accidently makes a sound. Next, he takes his shirt and pants off, his black boxers gleaming in the light of the computer, and lays everything neatly folded on my computer chair. The shadows dance in the dips of his abdomen and v-cut, perfectly displaying his chiseled body to me. I can’t stand how deeply I ache for him in this moment. How’s itpossible to feel so far away from him when he’s right in front of me? I can’t get enough of this guy. Finally, he sets his rings down with a smallclinkon my desk and tiptoes over to me.
“You look hot,” he whispers, bending down over me and jumping onto the side of the bed closest to the wall.
“So do you,” I whisper back.
“I know. I saw you drooling over me.”
I smack him in the dark, unsure of where I hit him.
“Ow! Hey, it’s not like you were the only one drooling. Having you open the door only wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear where I had to follow your ass just barely peeking out all the way up the stairs was torture. I got hard instantly.”
“I was dripping as soon as you took your pants off.”
“Fuck, babe. You drive me so fucking crazy. But…we have to behave tonight.”
I pout in the dark. He’sgotto be kidding.
