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Troy is already in the parking space next to mine, waiting for me. He gets out of his car when he sees me.
“I thought you didn’t close until 2?” He works like 15 minutes from here.
“We don’t. Lauren finished up for me. I didn’t want you to have to wait on me.”
This guy is so damn considerate. Is all dating like this, and I just had no idea? Or is it him? I’m stuck in my head as I slide my key into the lock. Before I can turn the knob, Troy’s hands are on my waist, and he’s twisting me until I’m pressed up against my front door. He closes the distance between us, surrounding me as much as possible. Our feet are alternating, so one of his legs is between mine, tangling us together. He’s got an arm wrapped around my back, the only thing breaking my connection with the door. His other hand is buried in my hair, his grip tight on the back of my head pulling me into him. His lips are on mine before I can react. It all happens so fast. I’m nearly paralyzed by it. He deepens our kiss, and I feel it all the way to my fucking toes. I melt into him, my hands sliding under his shirt as I dig my fingers into his back. I have never been kissed like this. I don’t even know what’s happening. I’m not even sure I can breathe. Or think.
He’s kissing me like he can’t get enough, but then suddenly he’s pulling back. Disappointment seeps from every part of my body that lost connection with his. “What was that?” I practically stutter over my words.
He smirks, leaning in until his forehead is pressed against mine. “Me trying to get you to forget about my bike. Is it working?”
“Hmm, maybe. You might need to keep trying.” I’m surprised I can find any words at all.
He kisses me softly then takes my hand in one of his and opens my door with the other.
It’s been three hours since we walked through my door. Three hours. Who knew that letting someone explore every inch of my body would take that long. I do now, and fuck, how will I ever go back to anything less than the worshiping that just took place? Troy took his sweet time, like there was no rush, like it wasn’t the middle of the night and we weren’t both exhausted. I’ve never been insecure about my body. I work hard for it. That’s totally different than being comfortable with revealing every part of yourself to someone like this. The way he was looking at me, like I was the best view he’s ever seen, any doubt I could have possibly had about him claiming my body instantly disappeared.
I roll off him after giving him the ride he joked about earlier. It was the least I could do. The lust in his eyes never faded once, and it was enough to keep me in the mood even after I got off four times. What is he trying to do? Set records or something? Fuck. How am I supposed to resist him?
I’m so exhausted I could fall asleep the second I close my eyes. Instead, I get up to at least brush my teeth first. Troy stands with me, reaching for his briefs and jeans on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.” He looks at me confused. “So I can go home.” He really will leave and respect my sex only boundaries. Damn.
“You can stay,” I whisper, choosing to let go of some of my resistance.
He searches my face as if he’s checking whether or not I’m serious. “Is this one of those ‘it’s the middle of the night so I’m more willing to make a decision I normally wouldn’t’ situations you mentioned?”
I bite into my lip as I stare back at him. Would I make this decision if it wasn’t the middle of the night. Maybe not. I guess I’ll find out in the morning.
When he realizes I’m not going to clarify, he adds, “If you let me stay, I’m going to read into it.”
I don’t want to lead him on, but I don’t want him to leave either. “I know.” I reach out for his forearm, steadying myself as I lean in to kiss him on the cheek before going to the bathroom.
When I come back, he’s already under the covers, and I crawl in next to him. When our eyes lock, every part of his face tells me how excited he is about his victory, but he doesn’t gloat. Instead, he kisses me on the forehead, and when I roll over, he pulls me into him.
I don’t resist that either.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
TROY
WhenIwakeupin Lexy’s bed, she’s still asleep in nearly the same position she was when we went to bed. Her back is to me, but she’s pressed against my chest, my arm around her. I worry if she wakes up being spooned by me like I’m her boyfriend, she’ll fly out of bed and probably out of my life. I can’t bring myself to pull away from her, though. I’ll just spice it up a little–that seems to be the key so far.
I slowly graze my hand up her bare stomach until it reaches her breast. Fuck. The way she fits in my hand is like she was made for me. I kiss her neck, soft and slow at first, increasing the pressure from my hand and my lips.
I wasn’t sure she was awake until her voice breaks through the silence.
“You’re still here,” she whispers, and I can’t tell how she feels about it.
I nuzzle her neck and kiss her again before I respond. “Does it suck as much as you thought?”
She rolls over so she’s facing me, and I let my hand fall to her waist. Hers fold under her head, her arms creating a small barrier between us.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” I don’t want to push her, but I can’t figure out how to make this work if she doesn’t tell me what she’s thinking.
Her eyes search my face. “I don’t hate it.”
