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I burrow my face in the crook of her neck. "Cal, I want to do this right, but if you tease me any more, I will strip you, and all bets are off."
Her body tenses, and I draw back, leaning on my elbow. She is staring at the ceiling, and my heart sinks.
"And if that’s what I want?" The question is just a whisper, but it’s like she’s stuck a knife in my gut. I never want her to think that I don’t want her. I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’s never had sex before.
With my free hand, I turn her face until she is forced to look at me. "Calla, I love you. I want to do this right."
The corners of her mouth pull up ever so slightly. "I love you, too." She’s not convinced.
I gather her against my chest, and she wraps her arms around me. We hold each other for a long time before I say in a low tone, "Babe, you have so much going on in your life. That’s why I’m trying to takethat partslow. I want to be able to take you on a real date before…you know..." I actually blush. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed talking about sex. Hell, last year, a guy from the team caught Kat giving me head in the locker room after a game, and I simply saluted him while she kept going. Word spread fast, and I just grinned, shrugged it off with a fist bump to everyone who commented.
Lilly tilts her head up and places a well-aimed kiss on my neck, right underneath my ear. She’s already learned that this is my weak spot, and I growl at her.
This earns me a genuine laugh. In a teasing voice, she says, "Won’t that get boring for you?" My mind immediately goes to the locker room incident again. I’m sure she caught wind about it, too. Bile rises in my throat at the thought of all the shit Lilly must’ve heard about me.
I swallow and try to find the right words in my mind.
"No, it won’t get boring for me. Do I want to see you naked? Hell yes." The impliedduhis obvious. My enthusiasm makes both of us laugh, and I continue, "But we are a lot more than a make-out session and a quick fuck. We have a pastand a future. Does that make sense?"
I feel her shrug. "I think so, yeah."
I breathe in her shampoo, let the smell take over my senses, and murmur into her hair, "And we can do a lot of other stuff besides me dipping my dick inside of you."
I’m not a monk.
Lilly cackles at that. "Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?"
It’s my turn to smile deviously at her. In one swift movement, I have her on top of me again and run my hands under her shirt and up her spine. Lilly shivers under my touch.
"Like this," I tease.
With my pulse speeding up, I reverse the motion and slowly ease my fingers under the waistband of her pajamas and cup her firm, round butt.
"Or like this."
Lilly rocks into me, moaning against my mouth, and I capture her lips with mine.
Maybe we can push the make-out boundaries a little more than I planned.
We spendmost of the morning in bed, and the boundaries definitely get pushed farther than I intended. In the end, my shirt is off, and Lilly’s pajama pants are somewhere near the bottom of the bed. We’re covered in a sheen of sweat, and I’m pretty sure I came in my boxer briefs at one point. Okay, I totally did. But in my defense, so did she. There is only so much dry humping two people can do before it gets messy.
I take in Lilly sprawled inmybed, only wearing a thin gray tank top and black boy shorts. Her hair is all mussed, and anyone walking in would be convinced we’d gone at it like rabbits. Though, I’d probably knock out anyone before they could get a good look at her.
I mentally shake myself. What am I even thinking? I’m still waiting to wake up and find that everything is back to before. Before Thanksgiving. Before Lilly started to remember.
We’re in a stare-down, Lilly with her back on the mattress and me kneeling to the side of her. The challenging gleam in her eyes tells me that she is not done yet. Challenge accepted.
I lower myself down and slowly kiss from her ear to her neck, letting the tip of my tongue slide across her flesh between nips and kisses. She shudders every time my lips make contact with her flushed skin, and my need to take care of her consumes every cell of my body. At her collarbone, I place a soft kiss on the small birthmark she has there and continue my trail to the valley of her breasts, pausing there to give each of them the appropriate attention even with the layer of fabric in between. Lilly is writhing underneath me, and I move on to her flat stomach, hooking my thumbs inside her tank top. Beginning to slowly push it up, my tongue continues the expedition of her body downward, placing a kiss on each of her defined and sexy-as-hell abs.
When Lilly moans and arches into meagain,my last bit of self-restraint is lost. My fingers move from the edge of her shirt to the waistband of her shorts. When she doesn’t protest, I pull further until her hip bones are exposed. My own breathing has become labored at this point. God, she is so fucking sexy. She has no intention of stopping me, and I’m not sure I still can or even want to. Wanting her is overpowering all my senses.
So much for my earlier speech.
At that precise moment, her stomach growls so loudly that her eyes widen, and we both burst out laughing. I put my forehead to her stomach and murmur, "That’s a sign."
She places a hand on my head and gently strokes my hair.
I’m in heaven.
