Date Me Like You Mean It

I kick them away and glance up at her. She’s naked except for her tank top bunched near her neck. Her skin glows, pink and flushed, especially on her chest and down between her thighs.

I stand there and watch her as she looks up at me, her eyes so soft and compliant. I’ve given her a little bit, and she’s hungry for more.

Should we continue then, Maddie?

Should I push down these pants then crawl back up and sink into you?

God, you’d let me. You’d fucking take me and take me and blow my mind.

Well, I want to blow yours.

With a finger pressed over my lips, I warn her to keep quiet. Then I get down on all fours on the bed, feeling the mattress dip under my weight as I adjust myself right between her thighs. She presses them together, shy now that she’s completely bared for me, but I don’t allow it for long. I trace my finger along the seam of her legs, going down and down and down until my finger sinks back into her. Just like that, she’s compliant again, so willing to open up for me. I keep my finger inside as my mouth covers her there, licking long and slow.

She cries out and I grip her thigh in my hand, another warning.

She’ll get us caught, and then we’ll have to stop.

I. Am. Not. Stopping.

My mouth covers her fully as I take my finger away and use my hands to keep her legs spread open. She’s arching up off the mattress to meet my mouth as I fuck her like that, with my tongue, hard, relentless swirls and flicks and long licks that send her careening off the edge. She shakes so hard and I keep my lips on her, wanting to draw out every last second of her orgasm. Then when she goes limp, I lap her up one final time then press myself up onto my hands to look down at her.

Her eyes are closed and her chest is rising and falling quickly. It’s like she’s no longer present in the room with me. Instead, she’s off somewhere else…floating.

I trace a circle against the inside of her knee and her eyes pop open. She glances up at me with heavy lids.

She reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck, wanting more, but I pull back and stand.

She presses up on her hands and frowns in annoyance as I pick up her panties and hook them back onto her ankles. I tug them higher as she grows more and more upset with me.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Good. Neither do I. Not tonight or tomorrow.”

She gets my meaning and straightens her shoulders, yanking her panties up the rest of the way herself. “Tonight is what’s on the table. Take it or leave it.”

I push up and off the bed.

“I guess I’m leaving it then. I’ll see you in the morning…for round two.”

“That’s not an option,” she says, tugging down her top so it covers her chest again.

“We’ll see.”

She doesn’t like how confident I sound.

“You’re insufferable,” she says, scooting off the mattress and standing so she’s right in front of me.

I look down at her with a smug smile.

“I can’t believe we used to be friends.” Her sharp glare tries to slice through me.

“So we’re not friends anymore?” I ask, tilting my head and rubbing my thumb across my bottom lip. The gesture says, These lips were just between your legs, sweetheart.

“Absolutely not,” she huffs.

“So then that makes us…what exactly?”

Her eyes scream the answer before she leaves the room and slams my door closed behind her.Chapter SeventeenMaddieThe next morning, I’m slow to rise.

I barely managed a wink of sleep last night after my late-night rendezvous with Aiden. Going to his room was dumb. Staying there was dumber. Leaving when I did…not dumb. In fact, it’s the only thing saving me this morning.

The way he looked down at me as he stood there, smug and satisfied with himself…the way he brushed his lip with his thumb like a cocky asshole—I wanted to reach into his chest and twist his heart the way he’s always twisted mine.

He thinks we’re going to continue what we started?!

Don’t hold your breath, bud.

Last night was on my terms. I got him out of my system, so there.

I whip the blankets off my legs and am about to go into our shared bathroom when I think better of it. The shower is on in there. Aiden is naked on the other side of that door, lathering up his tan skin and probably getting himself off considering the state I left him in last night.

I scurry out of my room like my ass is on fire and use the hall bathroom to do my business before heading into the kitchen.

Jolie and Ford are at the table. Ford’s jamming fistfuls of bananas into his mouth, and Jolie’s working her way through a cup of coffee while she flips through a magazine.