Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
He sits up next to me on the bed and angles my direction. “Are you on the—”
“No. Reference number one again, the not sexually active with a human in many—”
“Months?”
I distract myself with the lights dotting the nightscape through the window and whisper, “Years.”
“Years?”
“Okay, don’t say it like that.” My arms tighten because if I’m not getting any, he’s not even getting the pregame show.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a weirdo.”
“I don’t know how accusing someone of being a weirdo sounds, but it’s not a bad thing that you haven’t had sex with a human in years.”
Grabbing the blanket, I pull it up to my chin. He’s really close to getting my promise to show him revoked. “Wow, that did not sound convincing at all.”
“I have an idea.”
“I’m listening.” Fine, I’m hot for him and weak to a good idea. A little desperate as well.
He gets out of bed and searches for his pants. They’re in the living room, but I enjoy the show too much to stop him. “I’ll go upstairs, get a condom, and bring it back down.”
The lack of confidence in his suggestion is unrecognizable. “Why does this sound like an impossible mission?”
“My mom might be awake, and if she is, she’ll want to talk.”
I laugh. One of the biggest problems he’s shared with me is that he has a parent who actually wants to spend time with him. I might be a little jealous of his family being so close, but I also love it. Everyone should feel that comfort of love.
This adventure is sounding fun. “Can I go?”
“No,” he says, throwing his hands in front of him. “Don’t leave this bed.”
Getting out of bed, I head to my closet and yank a little sundress from the hanger. “I want to come.”
“So do I. That’s why I want you to stay just like this.” His hands run over my shoulders and then down to my breasts. Men are so easily distracted. “I’ll be quicker if I’m alone.”
“Come on.” I pull the sundress on over my underwear. “It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, fun,” he grumbles, pulling on his undershirt. “Do you know where my pants are?”
“Living room next to my shirt.”
He disappears into the other room and then returns with the pants on. Without putting socks on, he slips on his shoes.
“I was surprised to hear your mom ask if I was staying over.”
“I think it’s hard for her to have her boys all grown up, but she tries to respect us as men as well.” His gaze does a once-over on my body, and then he asks, “Ready?”
“Mission retrieve condom is on.” On the way out the door, I slip my flip-flops back on. We take the stairs for convenience and probably because it feels sneakier.
He opens his apartment door slowly and scouts the surroundings on the other side before we enter. Using his hand like a map, he points at the top right quadrant of his palm and then gives me a thumbs-up before we start down the entry hall.
I have no clue what any of it meant, but it was cute, like we’re on the same team and huddling. I really like huddling with Drew.
Pinning himself to the wall around the corner, he then peeks backs and waves me forward. Unfortunately, the flip of my flop against the wood floor is loud, so I kick them off and make a run down the hall on my tiptoes. When I reach him, he bends and gives me a kiss because why the hell not? We’re not actually in any kind of danger.
When we pass the guest room, no light shines from underneath the door, and I whisper, “I think she’s asleep.”
He’s still not satisfied until we’re locked inside his room. “I’ll grab the condom.”
“Grab two or three. Just grab the box. You never know.”
“It’s a bowl.”
Pinned to the back of the door, I ask, “What is?”
“The condoms. I store them in a bowl.”
“Wait, let me get this straight. You have a bowl of condoms?”
“It was here, so I used it.”
I can’t argue with that logic. “Grab the bowl, and let’s get out of here.” I head back down the hall, put my shoes on, and wait by the front door.
This has to be torture . . . waiting to get back to my apartment. I thought he’d give up after our tiff before dinner. That he’d retreat to being distant Mr. Christiansen. But the fact he pursued me, opened up a little more to me, has made my heart beat even stronger for him.
He’s an underwear man, so I’d actually planned on teasing him a little when we got back to his apartment. Tonight’s tease comes in the form of a black silk thong with two sweet pink decorative bows on the hips.
I wore them just for him.
I’m sexual to a point, but it’s not been like this before. I crave his touch but need his cuddles afterward. The way he changes from angel to devil in the span of minutes keeps my body on high alert. I’m not above begging this man for an orgasm. He’s that good.