“Yes,” she agreed, sounding just as breathless as me. She smirked at me, though. “They'd better be good dates, though.”
“They'll be like tonight,” I told her. “But to different places. I promise.” I only hoped that Mark had enough recommendations for good places to take her, but I had to assume that he did. He had lived there his whole life, after all. I smiled and leaned back in to capture her lips.
Chapter Fourteen
Gretchen
I didn't know why I was inviting Christian inside. The date had been great, and I still had Mina's, and Mrs. Harris', words in the back of my mind. Just have fun with it.
I knew there was nothing wrong with this, but at the same time, I wasn't the kind of girl to have sex with a dude after only a couple dates. I should be holding out, out of respect for myself. Or something like that.
But at the same time, with his hands tracing hot lines down my curves, I couldn't seem to pull away from him.
“Are you sure about this?” He was sweet enough to ask as we tumbled through the front door.
I shook my head. “No,” I told him honestly. “Not at all.”
Surprisingly, that made Christian pause. “Maybe we should-”
“No,” I said, already desperate for the feeling of his leg in between mine. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have his fingers touching my mound. I blushed at the very thought of it.
Christian smiled down at me, brushing my hair back. “You're beautiful,” he said seriously.
I laughed nervously, ducking my head a little. “You say that to all your girls?”
Christian frowned. “Look, I know my reputation precedes me, but I’m not everything you think I am.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I imagine it must be difficult being you. Knowing that everyone knows all your personal business.” I trailed, wondered why I was saying this, now of all times. Was I actively trying to make sure we didn't end up having sex?
But Christian smiled at me again. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It is a bit difficult. But all the same, I have a pretty awesome life. Especially when it means that I can treat a sexy girl like you to dinner.”
And there we were, back around to the sex thing. I could almost sigh with relief as he leaned back in, kissing a heated trail along my jawline and down the line of my throat. I tilted my head back to give him better access, needing more, and he complied, licking and sucking at the delicate skin there, sending heat pooling between my legs.
Christian's arms came around me, and he scooped me up, pressing me back against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, groaning at the feeling of his erection already straining to be free of his jeans.
“Bed,” I gasped out between kisses, squirming a little so that he would set me down. There were too many layers of clothing between us, but I knew that if we started stripping off here, we'd probably never make it to the bed before we coupled.
“Where is it?” Christian asked, though, beginning to carry me upstairs, making me giggle.
“Those muscles aren't just for show?” I asked teasingly. I nodded my head toward the room on the left. “It's in there.”
“Good,” Christian growled, his voice gone husky with lust.
He nudged open the door with his foot and brought me inside, tossing me gently down onto the bed and then crawling on top of me. He slid his fingers under my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Then, he groaned softly and stroked a hand over the black, lacy bra that I'd put on even though I hadn't expected that we would end up here together at the end of the night. It had been meant to make me feel confident and sexy for the date, but it was nice to see his appreciation of it as well.
Still, he didn't leave it on for very long, reaching expertly around behind me and unhooking the clasp. I suddenly realized that here I was, half-naked already, and I hadn't even got his shirt off yet. I reached for his buttons, clumsily beginning to undo them, and Christian pulled away, moving to stand next to the bed.
“Strip,” he said, doing just that himself. He winked at me. “Easier this way.”
I laughed and slid my skirt off, pausing with my hands on my panties. I bit my lower lip, feeling a bit of uncertainty again.
“Hey,” Christian said, crawling back onto the bed in just his boxers and covering my body with his own. “We won't do anything that you don't want to do,” he told me firmly.
I gasped and rocked my hips toward his as his erection slotted between my legs, pressing against me with only those two flimsy layers of fabric between us. “Please,” I whimpered. “I want this.”
Christian's response to that was to kiss me again, nipping at my lower lip so that I would allow him to slip his tongue into my mouth. Slowly, his hands traced their way down my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then, he began to follow that same path with his mouth, pausing for a moment to place kisses on each nipple, making me arch and squirm against the sheets.
He grinned up at me for a moment and then moved his mouth lower, kissing past my navel and finally coming to rest between my legs. He placed a soft kiss to the front of my panties, grazing his teeth lightly across my clit. I gasped again, tangling my fingers in his hair.