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“My intentions, huh?” I understand he’s concerned about his mom and naturally protective of her, but she could knock someone out, I’m sure. “Right now, I honestly don’t know. But I do know I like hanging out with her. She makes me laugh. She seems like a good mom. So I hope we keep being friends, even if nothing romantic works out between us,” I reply honestly.
He nods slowly. “I can accept that. See ya.”
Chance grabs his backpack and is out the door without a backward glance, while I’m still standing there wondering if I truly passed the test. As the friend’s family backs out of the driveway, he waves at me and I wave back, waiting until they’re out of sight before closing the door. Then my mind rolls around to the fact that Phoebe is upstairs and has no idea I’m here. Again. How do we keep finding ourselves in these situations?
I lean on the stair rail, one foot propped up on the bottom step, and call for her, hoping she hears me and I don’t have to go upstairs without her knowing it’s me.
“Phoebe,” I call again, projecting my voice as much as I can.
She appears at the top of the steps, wrapped in a towel and her hair still dripping. Her eyes widen at the sight of me. “I knew I heard you, but what are you doing here?”
“I brought donuts and Chance let me in. I just didn’t want to come upstairs and startle you,” I explain.
“How gentlemanly of you.” She flashes a smile as her hands move up her sides, finding where her towel is hooked under her arm.
I open my mouth to say something, but when the towel lowers to reveal her breasts, all comprehension leaves my body, and all I can think about is wanting to taste her again, to bury myself inside her this time. And her tits, man. I didn’t worship them properly the other day.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your towel,” I joke, and she does, dropping it at her feet.
For the first time since I’ve known Phoebe, she seems self-conscious. Her hands jerk as if she’s going to cover herself, but she stops, and her vulnerability pulls at my emotions. I’m torn between lust and something else, something fierce and protective.
I strip out of my shorts and ascend the stairs, pulling my shirt over my head as I go and throwing it behind me. I stop two steps below her, and with her advantage, she’s eye level with me instead of our usual difference. We’re both naked and panting.
“Isaac.”
“Shh.” I press my finger to her lips. “I just want to fucking look at you.”
Her cheeks flush, making it difficult to look away, but I manage, my eyes traveling over her curves. Her breasts are begging for my attention, pebbled and eager, but I resist the temptation to touch her just yet. The scent of her soap and shampoo infiltrates my senses, and I’m dizzy with my desire for her. My arousal makes me more aware of my own nakedness, and as my dick hardens, it brushes her leg. I close my eyes, groaning at the contact.
“I thought you just wanted to look at me,” she whispers, and I keep my eyes closed. If I open them, if I see her eyes sparkling with want, I won’t be able to stop myself.
“For now,” I add, and her soft chuckle echoes in the stairwell.
I sense her movement before her hands cover my chest, but the contact still shocks me, her warmth spreading across my skin like wildfire, and somehow I still keep my hands to myself. I feel her moving, and then she steps on my feet, so I know she’s moving down the stairs. The pressure of her weight disappears, and her hands move to my shoulders. I let her guide me until I’ve turned around, and now I can envision us—her standing before me with her hands back on my chest again. Now the head of my dick grazes her belly, and it’s soft and inviting. I grip myself and rub across her skin.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to get your toes.” She laughs, and I open my mouth to respond, but before I can form words, she pushes me down until I’m sitting. I can’t resist anymore. I open my eyes, and she’s standing over me like a goddess, powerful and alluring. She lowers herself onto me slowly, one knee on each side of me, and our gazes stay locked. Inch by inch, she takes me, her warmth so inviting that it’s all I can do not to thrust into her. But she’s in control right now, and I do enjoy that.
I’m fully sheathed by her now, her soft curls brushing against my pelvic bone, and my hands have behaved long enough.
“I’m going to touch you now…unless you tell me to stop,” I warn her, and she responds by clenching her muscles around me. Good God, that nearly throws me off, but I regain focus and move my hands to her chest.
“They’ve been teasing me since you dropped your towel,” I murmur, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She shudders under my touch, clenching again, and something tells me that time was involuntary. I take a nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the pebbled peak and continuing my touch of the other one with my hand. Then I swap, teasing the other with the tip of my tongue. She rises slowly until only the tip of me is inside her, then slams herself down on me. Her breast muffles my groan, then I release it and lean back against the step behind me, enjoying the view of her moving over me.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I trace my hands over her stomach before gripping her hips. “You fit me perfectly.”
She captures my mouth with hers, kissing me like it’s her last breath, and I hold tight to her waist, lifting her and slamming her back onto my dick. She nibbles my bottom lip, nearly sending me over the edge. I lift her off me quickly, not ready to come yet.
“You okay?” she whispers against my mouth.
“I’m more than okay. I’m just not done fucking you yet.” I kiss her again and again as we move to our feet. “I have an idea,” I manage between kisses. “But I don’t know if it’ll work, because of our height difference.”
She laughs, pulling away from my lips. “What is it?”
“I want to bend you over this railing.”
She stops. “Oh, I have a better place for that.” She grabs me by the hand and practically drags me up the stairs.
“Good God, what is this, an adrenaline rush?” I tease her as she leads me to a door.
