Too Much Information (Awkward Love 3)

“The plan was so much better in my head.”

“What plan?” she says with a frown.

“I thought you were avoiding me because of what happened, so I figured I’d even things out and make it less awkward for you.”

“What are you talking about?” she says, shaking her head.

“I’ve seen yours, so you see mine.”

She stares at me for a moment and then begins to laugh, to the point where she’s doubled over she’s laughing so hard. She walks over to the door, snatches the note off it, then giggles some more.

“So, my brother just walked in on you, naked on my couch?” She giggles.

I nod sheepishly. She shakes her head as she walks slowly toward me.

“I haven’t been ignoring you,” she says softly. “I’ve just been so busy with work and everything and trying to work out how I feel about you…” She makes a face. “Well, I wasn’t avoiding you because of that.”

“You weren’t?” I swallow. “Well, now I feel like an even bigger dick.”

Her eyes dart downward, and she smirks. She stares at me so intently that I’m left feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Which is probably how she felt, lying there in the hospital with me—only hers was a thousand times worse because I don’t have a dildo stuck up my ass.

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs as though she’s waiting for something.

“What?” I ask, frowning at her.

“Well, to even things out, as you put it, you’re going to have to move your hands.”

I laugh and then slowly lift my hands, placing them behind my head. My eyes don’t leave hers as I wait for her reaction. She smiles, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly. Then she lifts her gaze to meet mine. I’m not sure if she’s impressed or underwhelmed.

“So?”

“So, what?” she asks.

“You can’t just leave me hanging.” I cringe at my choice of words.

She smiles at me. “I’m waiting for you to kiss me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I step forward and place my hands on either side of her face, guiding her mouth up to mine. My heart races as my lips massage hers because it’s every bit as amazing as the first time. She smiles at me as I stroke the hair away from her eyes. I groan as her fingers trail down my thighs because for just a second, I’d forgotten that I was naked.

“I think we need to even this up a little more.” I begin tugging at her shirt.

“Really?” she raises her eyebrows. “Because I kind of like having this power over you. What is it that you want?” she asks as she toys with the top button on her shirt. “This undone?”

“Preferably on the floor, along with the rest of what you’re wearing.” I swallow as she opens it and moves onto the next but then reconsiders.

“No, I think you need to work for this a little more,” she says, her blue eyes narrowing slightly.

I laugh. What the hell does that mean?

“And how am I supposed to work for it?” I ask.

She grins and sits down in the armchair behind her. I laugh as she makes herself comfortable and then nods at me.

“What exactly am I expected to do here?” I ask her.

“Dance,” she orders.

I shake my head. She can’t be serious!

“I don’t recall any dancing occurring in that ER room,” I remind her.

“Oh, I don’t know, some of those orgasms had some pretty good hip movement to them,” she jokes. “You should be grateful I’m not recording this and uploading it to YouTube.”

I chuckle and place my hands behind my head, rocking my hips back and forth while she stifles a giggle. I edge closer to her, turning around so I can grind my ass against her lap when I’m close enough for contact.

“I hope you’re enjoying this,” I say with a smirk as I move back to the middle of the living room to continue my show for her. “Because this is the last time you’re ever going to see me dance.”

“Oh, come here, you pussy.” She laughs.

She reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me onto her lap. I have to admit, straddling a woman as she sits in an armchair is as difficult and awkward as it sounds. I get to my feet. She laughs as I grab her by the hand and pull her into my arms.

“Are you done now?” I ask her.

She stares at me, her eyes filled with anticipation, then she slowly shakes her head.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” she whispers.

Growling, I lift her into my arms, cupping my hands firmly against her ass as I carry her down to her room. She laughs, holding onto me for dear life as I toss us both on the bed. I lie down and drag her over, so she’s on top of me. She gasps as I rip open her shirt and roll it down her arms.