"102%. I had time for the bonus question."
"That's my girl."
A tremor runs through her and her legs and arms squeeze me even tighter when I call her mine. Our timeline is insane, yet it's the truth. This gorgeous woman is mine. She is.
"Tell me this is okay," I whisper, realizing I'm grinding my jeans against her yoga pants.
"Very okay," she breathes.
I want to take her directly to the bedroom and bury my mouth in her pussy. That’s the best reward I can think of for acing her exam. But it's so soon, and she's basically stranded out here with me.
I've planned for many things in my life and overprepared at every opportunity.
There was no way I could have seen this coming, though. No way I could have planned how to navigate these enormous physical feelings and hold myself back…while this sexy girl is basically throwing herself at me.
10
BAILEY
After we make dinner and play a couple of hilariously amateurish rounds of poker, Nate and I sprawl across his massive couch. We both seem to have a similar balance of being attentive to our work but being able to clock out.
"Hey," I begin, walking my fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, and into the back of his hair.
He responds by taking my legs and placing them across his lap, then throwing a blanket over us. "Yeah?"
"Thank you for accepting my fussiness so well."
"I don't think you're fussy. You just like to have all your ducks in a row. I get that."
"Still. Giving me the keys to a truck so I didn't feel stranded. Providing me with instructions for the emergency Wi-Fi just in case." My head falls against his shoulder. "Having a plan for every possible contingency helped me relax."
“That was the goal."
"And the ginger cookies you left beside the coffee maker settled my tummy."
"That's what I was hoping."
His eyes blaze as he shifts to look at me hungrily.
"Cookies are great," he says slowly. "But there's a certain dessert I've been craving ever since I first saw you. I'm just not sure if it's on the menu." He licks his lips subtly, then pushes my knees a few inches apart to tickle my inner thigh through my thin yoga pants.
"Oh." My cheeks flush with heat. "Are you saying…"
"That I'm starving for you? Yeah, baby. I am." His seductive smile makes my stomach quiver. "I'm happy to wait for as long as you like. I know that some restaurants change their menus every few months, but if this is ever the special of the day… "
My thighs are already drifting open. "I've never…"
"I know." His eyebrows raise. "If you're curious about it, say yes. Or feel free to say no. If you want me to ask again in a week, that's fine, too."
A week? He wants me to stay at least that long?
Nate has a gift for making me feel like I’m always in charge. I'm already grinning. "I feel like our canoodling is getting pretty advanced if we're out here on the couch and can't even make it back to the bedroom."
Nate laughs, a rich, beautiful sound that makes me feel both safe and excited. "Well, baby, if the couch is a-rockin’…"
The second I nod, he grips my shirt and yanks it off over my head. I'm not wearing a bra, and his hands immediately take the place of one, caressing firmly as he stares in admiration. His tongue circles each of my nipples once, then he slides me onto my back, propping me against the arm of the sofa with some throw pillows.
He slides my pants and underwear off slowly, drinking in every inch of skin as it's revealed. "Your legs are stunning," he whispers softly, tossing my clothing aside. He takes my right ankle, draping it over the back of the couch. It feels strange being naked and spread open in front of him, but also unbelievablysexy. The way he's looking at me and touching me, he’s making me feel more alive than I've ever been before.
