beautiful face in the morning. Can we do that or is it too much and you need to kick me out?”
I exhaled and couldn’t hide the smile that spread across my face. Damn him for making me fall so hard. I kept telling myself I shouldn’t be with him and then he would go and say something like that. “Yeah, that’s fine. But I need to get ready for bed, so you can watch TV or something if you want while I do that.”
I turned around, thinking he would make himself comfortable on the couch, but instead he followed me to the bathroom. I stared at his reflection behind me in the mirror. “Um, do you need to use it first?”
“No…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But if you have an extra toothbrush, that’d be great.”
“Oh, yeah. Totally.” I opened my medicine cabinet and pulled out an open pack of toothbrushes, handing him the blue one.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I put the other one back in the cabinet and then pulled out the toothpaste, handing it to him when I was done. I was used to sharing a bathroom with my sister, but never a guy. It was amazing how comfortable it felt to brush my teeth alongside him. The guy that was just giving me an orgasm only two hours before. We took turns using the sink and he made silly faces in the mirror at me the entire time.
When he was done he rinsed off his toothbrush and put it in the holder next to mine. “For next time.”
“Next time?” I raised my eyebrows.
“You don’t think this is a onetime thing, do ya, Red?”
“I guess we’ll see if you’re still saying that after tonight.”
“I’m sure I will be.” He kissed the top of my head. “As long as you keep this silky thing on when you come into bed. I kinda like it.” His fingertips brushed against the thin material above my belly button briefly before he stepped out of the bathroom.
After I washed my face, I thought about putting on my pajamas. I even hovered my hand over them, but instead I decided to be brave. I sucked in a deep breath and kicked off my heels then slipped off my jeans. I was left only in my thin cami and the matching lace panties. The closest thing I’d been to naked in front of John.
I stepped out of the bathroom and the only light came from the lamp beside my bed. John was already under the covers, his shirt off and his hands behind his head, which accentuated his muscles.
His grin widened when he saw me. “Damn, Red. Can you ever stop being so gorgeous?”
My cheeks felt hot as I scampered into bed and slipped under the covers. His body was warm, like a furnace and I hoped he wasn’t completely naked under the blankets because I wasn’t sure how to handle it if he was. Though I was curious about what I’d felt through his jeans, I wasn’t ready to tackle it. Yet. “You’re such a charmer.”
He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I pressed my stomach against his side and put my arms around him. I was relieved when I felt the fabric of his boxer briefs on my leg. “I speak the truth. I only wish you’d realize how beautiful you are.”
I let out a deep breath and reached over, turning off the lamp. “You’re just saying that because I’m letting you spend the night.”
He lightly kissed my lips. “I’d say it no matter what. You’re stunning. You have everything that any guy could want in a girl and you don’t even realize it.” His eyes met mine and he tucked my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek.
I didn’t know what to say to the guy that could leave me breathless so instead I just kissed him. This wasn’t our usual urgent, rough kisses, but a sweet, gentle one. His tongue teased mine with a soft caress and his lips barely grazed mine. His hands trailed down my back until he was cupping my ass in them. The thin material of my panties made it easy to feel the warm touch of his hands on me.
I thought there would be some more hand roaming, maybe round the bases, but that was as far as his hands moved. All his attention was focused on our kiss until he gently pulled his lips from mine, smiling. “As much as I want to do nothing but kiss you, I promised you we wouldn’t have sex tonight and if we keep doing this, I don’t think I can control myself.”
I breathed into his lips. “You have much more restraint than I do.”
He gently pulled my head down to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m trying. You’re making it hard, but the only thing that’s saving me is thinking how good this feels.”
“How good what feels?”
His heart beat against my cheek, his breath coming in even puffs. “Laying with you. Being with you. Everything about you. If I never had to leave this moment, I’d be happy.”
“Me too, John.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Night, Red. Sweet dreams.”
“Night.”
Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning with an arm around me. I almost forgot that John spent the night until I felt his warm chest pressed against my back
But that wasn’t the surprising part. When I opened my eyes my sister, Valerie, was standing over the bed and looking at me with her eyes wide. “I guess I should’ve called first.”
It took me a minute to register that she was really there, standing with her dyed blonde hair perfectly straightened and wearing heels, dark jeans, and a button down shirt. She looked like she was going to a meeting instead of my apartment. I guess the meeting was with the guy in my bed.
“Oh, no, it’s fine.” I sat up quickly once the full reality hit that my sister was standing there and I had a half-naked guy in my bed.
I glanced over to see that John had rolled over. I elbowed his side and he groaned. “Not now.”
“John, wake up, my sister is here,” I said through clenched teeth.
That woke him up. He turned over, opening one eye and then the other before he sat up on the bed. “Hi, um, I assume you’re Valerie?”
“Hello, strange boy in my sister’s bed,” Valerie said with a small smile on her face. Valerie was three years older than me, so it’s not like she was ancient, but at that moment I felt like the little sister that was about to be reprimanded. She knew I had a friend named John and she assumed he was more than a friend. And seeing him in my bed probably didn’t help that assumption.
“Val, this is my friend John. We went out last night and he ended up staying here.” I could feel all the heat gather in my face. I didn’t know what to say, so everything just came up like word vomit. “But we just slept in the same bed. Not sex. If that’s what you’re thinking. And he has clothes on.” Boxers counted as clothes. As long as he wasn’t sporting some mad morning wood we’d be okay.
Valerie shook her head. “I’m not here to judge what you do in your own apartment, but I would have liked a little warning. At least it was me that found you and not Mom.” She turned her head toward John. “But it’s nice to meet you. The so-called friend that Melanie has been talking about.” She glanced over at me and widened her eyes as if she was saying “
“I’m really sorry that we had to meet like this.” He crawled out of the bed; luckily he’d put on his jeans at some point. I had to stop myself from staring at how low they hung on his hips, his pelvic V dipping into the waistband of his boxers.
Valerie’s eyes kept roaming to the tattoos on his chest, or maybe it was just at how ripped he was. He was a fine specimen that was hard not to stare at, no matter how old you were. “It’s fine. I understand how college life works. I haven’t been out that long.” She stared at me, as if it was my cue to say something.
I got out of bed, straightening my cami and quickly pulling on a pair of shorts that were laying on the floor. I had an obvious nip slip and I was hoping no one noticed before I pulled the thin top back over my boobs. I should have definitely changed into pajamas.
John found his shirt on the ground, pulling it over his head. “I guess I should let you two catch up. Give me a call, later?” He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and slid on his shoes. “It was nice to meet you Valerie.”
