NINETEEN
Rip
Never thought I’d see the day—or the night—that I’d hijack a story about a frog, make it about me, and use it as a way to get a woman into bed.
But here we were.
And I was doing exactly that.
My hands shook as I kicked the door closed softly and then started raining kisses down her neck as she panted my name.
Heart thudding against my chest, I guided her toward the bed, then tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground.
“Fuck.” I’d forgotten how perfect her breasts were. She’d worn a bikini on a trip we’d taken to Mexico with Monica and Brooks, and I’d had to tell myself not to notice about a million times.
She smiled up at me. “I hope that’s a good ‘fuck.’”
“You’re sexy when you swear.” I reached for her; I wanted to cover her body with mine and kiss her until I had to have her or died from wanting her. “And it’s a good one.”
“They’re a bit big.” She cupped herself, making me groan.
I slapped her hands away. “You get to touch them all the time. It’s my turn.”
She laughed. “Yes, because that’s what big-chested women do, we just sit around all day and touch our boobs.”
“I like that fantasy,” I growled, and my dick showed me it concurred by straining toward her. “And I wouldn’t judge you if you did. You’re stunning.”
She swallowed slowly and looked away as if she didn’t want to look me in the eyes.
I thumbed the bright-pink bra and grinned. “Look at me.”
She lifted her chin. “Better?”
“How am I looking at you right now? Describe it.”
She chewed her lower lip. Making a little red mark on the middle of her lower lip before she sighed. “Can’t we just have sex and call it good?”
“Why?” I leaned in. “Are you scared?”
She gave me a slow nod. “What if this doesn’t work, Rip? What if we have sex and then I’m horrible or you start… I don’t know, doing math problems out loud because that’s your kink, and then we still have to take care of the kids and live together?”
I forced a blank expression on my face. “How’d you know?”
Her entire face drained of color. “That’s it? That’s your move?”
“Math should always be included in moves.” I grinned. “But no, I just wanted to see your face.”
That at least had her smiling. “Hmmm, I sense another game in our future.”
“Oh?” I kissed the top of her head. “What sort of game?”
“We do this, neither of us freaks out, keep your sexy math to yourself, and you show me what you meant when you bought the baby oil.” She held out her hand. “Deal?”
Now that the wall between us had crumbled, all I could think was, How did I miss this?
How did I miss how cute she was?
How serious she was in this moment with just a bra and leggings on, her bare feet dangling near the floor as I carried her to the bed.