Love You Always

My heart drops at the thought. The more he answered the questions I asked him the more I fell for him. He’s so different from all the boys I’ve been around. Even in college. I’m not used to talking to men who have their crap together. For the most part college boys are still trying to figure it out.

They usually have these giant egos because of the size of their bank accounts. Ones their parents gave to them. A majority of them are only there because their parents have some prominent name that got them accepted.

Sam is the biggest douche canoe. We went to high school together, and somehow I got stuck with him in college too. For a few months all he did was try to get in my pants. When he realized that was never going to happen, he turned into an even bigger asshole than he was before. I have to admit I didn’t think it was possible, but he proved me wrong.

Kent is one of those good old boys who was raised on a farm and taught to respect women. I could tell he really respects his mom. I love how he talked about his parents. They’re all close, which reminds me a lot of my own family. Even though Max can be a pain in my butt sometimes, I still love him.

If I thought Kent was sexy before, his revelation that he is some mathematical wizard took that up about a thousand notches. I thought he was pulling my leg at first but then I started saying all these crazy freaking number combinations trying to stump him. To my surprise, I would barely finish getting the words out and he was already giving me the answer.

I swear I was getting turned on by it. The man is the whole package, which should scare me. He has heartbreak written all over him. I should stop this now, but I can’t. I’m drawn to him in a way that I’ve never been to anyone else before.

There are so many things that attract me to him, but still my favorite thing about him is his hands. The rough texture as they slide across my skin. The way he can be a bit pushy in a dominant way. It turned me on more than I ever thought possible. I think if any other man did that shit I’d punch him in the balls.

Butterflies explode inside of me when the door to my bedroom starts to open. Kent slips in a moment later. The sound of the lock clicking into place already has my body heating. I’ve gotten myself worked up only thinking about him.

The throb between my thighs has already grown unbearable. When he turns around I can see the hunger on his face for me. He doesn’t say a word. I can feel his eyes taking in every inch of me. My body hums with pure need.

“Take your panties off. You’ve kept what’s mine from me long enough.” He doesn’t mince words. His bossy tone should have me telling him to take a hike, but instead I find myself doing exactly what he told me to do. I reach under my long sleep shirt to slip my panties down my legs, leaving myself bared to him.

“The rest of it,” he orders again as he stands on the side of the bed watching me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. He should have to be naked too. To be honest, I’m a little shy about being completely naked in front of a man.

“Off or it becomes a dish towel.”

“You’re bossy,” I huff, trying to sound annoyed.

“You like it.” I open my mouth to sass him back, but he hits me with a look that has me shutting it quickly. “Don’t even try to lie, sugar. You won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

“You wouldn't.” I hiss. I have to clamp my thighs together trying to find some kind of pressure. What is this man doing to me? A few words and I’m already about to explode with need.

“Try me.” He folds his arms over his chest as we have a stare-off that he ends up winning. “Shirt. I don’t much care for repeating myself.” I grab my shirt, pulling it off. I throw it at him, trying to hit him in the face but of course he catches it easily.

A slow sexy smile spreads across his lips. “Was that so hard?”

I lick my lips, my eyes going to the outline of his cock pressing against his sweatpants. “Looks hard to me.” I timidly reach out to grab the top of his sweatpants, wanting to see more. I’m trying to push back my shyness. It’s really not something I’m used to being, but sex and naked men I have no freaking clue about.