AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The way he kept shifting his stance while he was talking to the front desk clerk caught my eye. A glance at the front of his jeans revealed the problem, and that’s when I put the pieces together. It’s not that he’s playing games with me or being hot and cold. He’s trying to do the right thing.
He is into me. He’s just an idiot.
Finally, the door unlocks and Kel pushes through, holding the door for me as I follow him inside. The silence is heavy again, but this time I don’t fill it with random thoughts like I did in the car. I want to let the silence build, the tension between us pull tighter. I want to make it explode—because I’m on a hair’s trigger.
I’m pretty sure if Kel breathed on the back of my neck, I would come—never mind if he touched me.
“Which bed do you want?” He had to clear his throat before he spoke, a good sign for me and my poor pussy.
My foot is aching and I should get my weight off it, but I don’t want to admit it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed that’s closest, I pull my shoe and boot off. “This is fine.”
Kel is standing in the same place, his back to the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets. I take pity on him. “Why don’t you take a shower?”
“Good idea.” He slips into the bathroom as soon as he says it—door closed and the water running before his cologne can dissipate.
I roll my eyes as I take my shoes off. I shouldn’t have to work this fucking hard to get him to make a move, should I? While I pull off my socks and shimmy my jeans down my legs, irritation joins the swirl of confusion and desire swirling in my core. Angry, I pull my sweater off and toss it on the pile with my jeans, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I’m on my feet and opening the bathroom door before I can think better of it.
Kel is already in the shower, the outline of his body visible through the thin plastic shower curtain. “Sprinkles?” He sticks his head out from behind the curtain. “Are you okay?”
The concerned wrinkles are back between his eyes as he looks me up and down. Shampoo drips from his hair, pooling in the space between his shoulder and neck. The exact space I’ve been tempted to lick at least five times since he showed up at my house with biscuits.
I don’t miss the way his eyes drop to my mostly naked body and widen. Or the way his tongue wets his lips before he bites the bottom one.
“I just thought you should know that I like you. A lot. And I would not be mad, offended, or anything but enthusiastically consenting if you decided to crawl your fine ass into bed with me.”
I stay long enough to see Kel’s mouth drop open and his eyes go wide before I walk back out of the bathroom and climb into bed. Part of me wants to hide beneath the covers after being so brazen, and the other half wants to slip my fingers beneath my underwear and relieve the ache that’s been building all day. I compromise by doing neither. Instead, I climb into bed and tuck the sheets up under my arms while I stare at the wall separating me from this frustrating man, counting the seconds before something happens.
The shower runs for exactly fifty-four seconds before it cuts off. There’s a muffled curse through the thin wall before the door opens with a puff of steam.
“Sprinkles.” Kel emerges, a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping off his body. His eyes are locked on me as he stalks toward the bed. I roll onto my side as he rounds the bed, pulling the sheets with me. “You make it really hard to be a gentleman.”
Warmth pools in my belly as Kel eats me up with his eyes, sinking to his knees beside the bed. “I know.”
I lift the sheet off me in invitation, but Kel stops me with a hand on top of mine, tugging the sheet from my fingers to pull it back himself, eyes still locked on my face.
“I just thought you should know that I like you, too. A lot. And I’m dying to bury myself in you, but I don’t have a condom with me so—” He traces a damp finger along my jaw, lifting my chin as he bends down to kiss me. I reach up to cup his cheek with my hand. His skin is damp and warm from the shower.
Disappointment plummets through me, but I pull him in for another kiss. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, but there’s plenty of other things we can do in the meantime.” It’s not the first time my impulsiveness has left me unprepared, hence why I got on the pill a couple of months ago.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, the coolness of it is a contrast to the heat of his lips on mine. I roll onto my back, pulling Kel on top of me as he speaks low and deep in my ear. “I could taste your lips all day and be satisfied.” We’re a tangle of sheets and towel and kisses as Kel settles himself over me. “Kissing you has been the best part of this whole fucking day, anyway,” Kel murmurs against my lips as he slides one hand along my torso.
“Now? Or in the car?” I break away from his lips to press kisses along the scruff on his jaw. I keep one hand at his throat, turning his face so I can reach the spot below his ear. My other hand wanders over his back, his muscles rippling beneath my touch as I roll my hips and wrap one leg around his.
With a groan, Kel squeezes my hip. “Then. Now. Both. Always. Take your pick.” Kel braces one knee on the bed, using the leverage to thrust his hips against mine. The thin cotton of my panties is the only barrier between us as the towel tangles further and further down the bed.
Sliding my hand down his hip and muscular thigh, I trail my nails along his skin, his answering groan satisfying the part of me that spent all evening confused. I press kisses along his neck and jaw as he keeps rolling his hips against mine. The grip Kel has on my hip tightens, and his breath goes ragged. “Sprinkles, are you gonna let me have a turn?”
I pause my exploration of his skin. “To do what?”
In answer, Kel rolls to the side, pulling me with him so we’re laying on our sides, facing each other. “This.” He grips me by the wrist, pulling the hand I’ve had against his neck toward his mouth. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses to the pad of each finger. His tongue darts out with each kiss, reminding me that this man knows what he’s doing with those lips and tongue.
After he’s paid attention to each of my fingers, Kel works his way across the inside of my palm, until he’s trailing his lips across the pulse point on the inside of my wrist. The sensation sends a zing of desire straight through me and I squirm, back arching and a gasp escaping me. “Mmm, something tells me you like that,” Kel murmurs against my wrist before leaving a decadently slow kiss on the sensitive skin.
“It was…good.” My words come out shaky as Kel slides his free arm up my back, pressing my body against his hard chest. He undoes the clasp of my bra with one hand while continuing to leave kisses along the inside of my arm.
The lace cups of my favorite bra come loose, but Kel makes no move to pull it off. Instead, he continues his torturously slow exploration along the inside of my arm. My skin is so sensitive that each feather-light touch of his lips sends a wave of pleasure through me.
Kel is whispering my name over and over as he works his way along my skin. I want to touch him too, but my arms are held captive. Instead, I kiss whatever part of him I can reach. He’s so gentle with me, like I’m something precious. His touch and the sincere look in his eyes slip past my usual defenses. My heart melts a little in my chest—uncomfortable and welcome all at once.
