I laugh and nod my head. “I totally get that. My parents’ are great, if they weren’t my parents’.”
“Well, some parents just don’t get it. My mom thinks the only time you should have sex is after you are married,” he chuckles.
Oh Christ, his mother can never, ever meet mine. She will probably give the woman a heart attack. She’d probably tell Henry that being with me is the worst decision he’s ever made. Nope, I need to never allow them to be in the same room, same house, fuck the same town.
“Right, parents just have their own way of seeing the world.” That sounds good. It doesn’t make mine sound like complete sexaholics.
The conversation continues and we get to know each other better. He moved to the east coast for work, but the company opened an office here and he jumped at the chance to come back. Everything he says holds my attention and interests. His sexy smile, deep laugh, and intense blue eyes just make everything that much better. He’s managed to find a reason to touch my hand, arm, even my face and I love it. His hand is so soft and strong. He has a great sense of humor, too, which I find extremely sexy.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks, nodding to the dance floor.
I agree and we hold hands until we reach the dance floor. He pulls me against him and rests his hands on my lower back. I move mine to his shoulders, and we start to slowly move to the beat. It’s a slow song, and that is the tempo we keep, slow and mellow.
“You have the most captivating eyes,” he comments, moving one hand up my back a bit.
“Thank you, so do you.”
The song ends and a faster song comes on, and we start to move. He pulls me a bit closer and moves his one hand down to rest on my ass. It feels good, it feels really good. I move a hand up into his hair, and he moves his mouth to my ear, nipping at it.
“Everything about you is captivating, Regan. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone,” he whispers.
Before I can even reply, his presses his lips to mine. Once again it’s a slow, sweet kiss and don’t get me wrong it’s amazing, one of the best kisses I’ve ever had, but right now I want more. I want him to hold onto my hips and fuck my mouth. I want him to pull me out of here and make out with me in his car. But his talented tongue
continues its respectful kiss, even when I try to make it more.
He breaks the kiss, and I smile at him. “You want to get out of here?” I don’t want to have sex yet, but if he wants to feel me up, I’m not going to stop him.
“Fuck yes,” he says and pulls me toward the large wooden door.
I follow him to his parents’ house. He wanted to go to my place, but I’d rather not introduce him to Tenn just yet. Even though he wasn’t thrilled about it, he reluctantly said to follow him. We pull up to a huge house, scratch that, fucking ginormous house. Holy shit, they are rich. It looks like the damn White House, and I suddenly feel inadequate. I’m not used to being with guys like this, guys who have money and probably hold some kind of crazy powerful job.
Getting out of my car, which is by far the cheapest piece of crap in his neighborhood, I walk over to Henry. “Wow, this is some house. Why didn’t you tell me you were rich?”
He smiles and reaches for my hand. “Does it matter?”
Does it matter? I guess not, I mean so he has money, and I don’t. His parents’ are uptight prudes and mine could run a porn studio. He is probably used to women who are prim and proper, and I’m so not that. “No, it doesn’t matter at all,” I lie.
We walk to the back of the White House to his apartment. Now let me explain something. This is not an apartment, this is a fucking house. A house that is bigger than the one I live in and in his parents’ backyard it looks like a shed. That’s how huge this place is. I’m so out of my damn league here.
Going inside, my eyes dance around at how clean it is and that everything looks valuable. The white walls have minimal decorations and honestly, it feels cold in here. He stands in front of me and lightly holds onto my hips.
He kisses my lips and smiles. “Don’t judge me by my mother’s horrible taste. As soon as I close on my house, I assure you it will not look like this museum.” That’s it, it looks like a fucking museum.
I push up on my toes and press my lips to his. “I can’t wait to see it,” I whisper.
Pulling back he grabs my hand and leads me to his bedroom. My stomach is in knots, and part of me wants to run out of there. Is it too much too fast? What if I disgust him or if I’m not what he likes in bed? Oh fuck, why did I say we should get out of here?
He leads me to the bed in yet another pristine white room. Sitting on it he doesn’t say anything at first. He leans over and kisses a path up and down my neck. It feels so good that my eyes flutter closed. Sinking his fingers into my hair, he turns my head and kisses me. It feels amazing, and I let out a soft moan that he swallows down.
“You need to tell me how far you want this to go, Regan,” he says when he pulls away.
“I don’t know, Henry, I’m not sure I’m ready to have sex yet,” I say, feeling like a complete idiot.
He lays me down on the bed and leans over me. “No rush, beautiful,” he whisper kisses my nose.
We end up kissing on the bed like a bunch of teenagers for a while until I finally say I need to leave. I feel like a fool, and even though I’d like to do more, I feel like something’s holding me back. Something that I need to figure out and fast or this thing with Henry is going to go down in flames.
I hardly slept last night, and having to deal with girls’ day is not something I want to do today. When Brenda suggested it, I didn’t think it’d be the next day or at noon. I don’t even care that I look like shit with my hair in a ponytail and just the minimal amount of makeup. These jeans even feel like too much right now. Getting off this couch is going to take all my strength as it is.