“It is.” I lock the door behind her, but then I direct her to the door in the corner.
Her eyes volley between me and the door several times before she says, “You want me to go in there?”
I open the door for her since worry is pinching her brows together. But then her expression morphs. She dips inside with a huge smile on her face. “You have your own private media room?”
A black L-shaped couch anchors the space, a remote-controlled screen hangs from the ceiling, and a skylight with a light-blocking shade is large enough to spot constellations on a clear night. “Perks of being an only kid.”
“It’s amazing.” She walks to the large couch and sits. “Close the door.”
I light a candle in the corner before I lock out all the light streaming in from the bedroom.
Lying back on her elbows, Tealey kicks off her shoes and gets more comfortable horizontally. I don’t think she realizes how much she affects me. I brought her up here in hopes of talking about last night, but seeing her lying there with her skirt bunched around her thighs and that distracting strap refusing to stay put, talking is the last thing I want to do with her. She pats the cushion and says, “Will you lie with me, Rad?”
I sit beside her and run my hand along her cheek. I follow the line of her cheekbone with kisses and then stop on her forehead, savoring that I get to do this. Her hands run up the backs of my arms and then higher, her grip tightening and pulling me closer.
She must know that I want her desperately. But it will be more than just sex for me. I look into her eyes, knowing she was always more than a crush. I’ve never shared this level of connection with anyone before. Leaning down, I kiss her once more before lying down beside her on the couch. “I plan to do more than lie.”
With our bodies aligned, I’m gentle in touch, though I want to do so much more. I run my hand along the curve of her breast and dip into the valley of her waist. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, kissing my face, and then whispering, “If you’re worried, I’m not breakable.”
The words have me pausing with my eyes closed and forehead tipped to hers. The gravity of what we’re doing weighs down on my shoulders. Not because I don’t want it—
because fuck, she’s a goddess—but I don’t want to fuck it up. Tealey’s not just a hookup or a late-night date.
“No, but we don’t have much time, and you deserve more than quick sex in a game room.”
“I’m okay with it. Trust me, Rad. I want it.” At least I know I’m not alone in my desire. She tilts her head, and her hair splays across the cushion—the light and dark in contrast.
Smiling, I kiss the tip of her nose. When her arms tighten around my neck, she kisses me again, and whispers, “Let’s make the most of the time we have.”
She’s right.
I don’t have time to make love to her like I want, but I won’t miss the chance to make her mine.
24
Tealey
I broke my promise.
How could I not ravage him, though?
The man is undeniably sexy.
Dipping my fingertips under the band of Rad’s shorts, I run them over the muscles of his lower back and then deeper, covering that sexy incline of his ass. Rad is the perfect male specimen. I’ve earned an advanced degree in his anatomy after so many mornings were spent studying him wearing those towels.
It’s as if he knew I’d break, considering that was the promise laid on the table. Bed, in our case.
I love the way he feels lying on top of me, the slow grind that makes me want to combust, and the goose bumps he shatters across my skin with each kiss he places with care on my body.
But that’s just it. I don’t want him to place gentle kisses with care. My body is winning this battle over my head, and as I start to ravage him, I want to be ravaged right back.
Up two inches, Rad. Just do it. Touch me like I want you to. His hands have roamed from my hips to my ribs where he’s tentatively holding me like I’ll wriggle away. I won’t. “Rad?”
“Hmm?” he hums with his lips pressed to my neck.
“You can touch me.”
Popping his head up, he looks into my eyes. “I am touching you.”
“Like more touching me.”
His brows lower, and he asks, “More touching you?”
I want more. My body wants everything I’m one-hundred-percent sure he can give. I grab his hand and place it on my boob.
“We can start here.”
“Ah.” He starts to laugh, not even trying to hide his amusement. “And here I was, struggling to figure out my next move and how far you wanted this to go.”