“No—you’re sexy. I like the noises you make.”
“What noises?”
She giggles again. “Your sex noises.”
We didn’t have sex, so I’m not sure what she…Oh. Ohhh. The sounds I made when she was blowing me! Ah. I see. I try not to blush but fail. I can actually feel the heat rising to my face.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” Charlotte hums, that index finger trailing down my breastplate, between my pecs. I flex without meaning to, dammit. “I love your body. I know you probably hear that all the time, but I do. You’re so strong.”
Oh fuck.
My dick twitches.
“Is that the part you like? That I’m strong?”
Her hands caress my muscles, and I want to purr like a goddamn kitten.
“I feel so…safe lying here with you.”
Well. Shit.
Not what I was expecting her to say—not when I’m six foot three of solid meat that can cut through a defensive line and press four hundred pounds of weight.
I make her feel safe.
Cool.
“My size doesn’t intimidate you?”
“No. No, sir. I like it too much to be intimidated by it.” Her finger traces down my sternum.
“Huh.” Imagine that. I’ve been accused of using my size to intimidate people, and the psychologist at my high school once told me I had to knock that shit off. I’ve been huge since I was young—hit six feet by the time I was eleven, so…I’ve been taking advantage of it ever since. No shame.
Charlie yawns, patting her mouth with her perfect, petite hand.
“Tired?” We’ve barely talked.
“Getting there.”
“Do you want to spend the night?” It’s a big move for me, inviting her to sleep over.
Charlie cocks a brow. “Are we actually going to sleep?”
“Yes? I’m fuckin’ tired—what else would we be doing?”
Charlie’s laugh tears through the silence. “Wow, I have my work cut out for me here. I’m no nymphomaniac, but use your imagination for once, would you? What else would we be doing in a bed besides sleeping, Jackson? Think about it, you goof.”
Shit. I’m an idiot.
“Do you really just want to sleep? Because if you do, I’ll have to try hard to keep my hands from wandering south of the border.” She gives her brows a creepy wiggle.
“Yeah, we should probably sleep.” The last thing I want is for her to think I’m taking advantage, or that I asked her to spend the night so I could bang her. Even though she knows I’ve never screwed anyone, I’m not trying to make her think tonight’s going to be the night.
Although…
My mind can’t help but go to that place. That naked, sweaty, orgasmy place.
But. I don’t have condoms.
The guys do—the communal bathroom has a whole drawer full of them.
But I wouldn’t even know how to put one on.
Shut up, loser. How hard could it fucking be? Get a grip.
My dick twitches when Charlie runs the tip of her finger around and around my areola; it’s firm beneath my t-shirt.
“I don’t have pajamas.” No, she doesn’t, and I don’t have any for her. My t-shirts would be ginormous on her.
“You can borrow something if you want.” How the hell did we go from me wanting to talk to her blowing me to me inviting her to spend the night? Jesus, I work fast.
The whole thing escalated quickly.
But I’m ready for it.
I think.
“You really want me to spend the night? Seriously?”
“Yeah—I think I really do.” And I realize I mean it. I’ve never slept next to anyone, just Pops those times we shared a hotel room for an out-of-town football game growing up when I played for an elite traveling team.
He’d get a double, and we’d share a bed. Or, I’d sleep on the floor next to it. Builds character being humbled, he’d say. You’ll appreciate it someday, and besides, I’m payin’ for the goddamn room. Someday you’ll repay the favor.
What will it be like sharing a bed with a girl? Will I roll over in the middle of the night and crush her? Will I snore and wake her up? Shit—will she snore and wake me up? Kick me all night, tossing and turning?
I size her up. “How do you sleep?”
She considers the question. “On my back? I think I sleep like I’m in a coma—at least, my blankets are usually in the same spot when I wake up every morning. I can usually just flip the covers back into place without remaking the entire bed, so…yeah.”
“All right.”
“Why? What are you like when you sleep?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Guess there’s only one way to find out.” Charlie rests her hand on my shoulder. “Are we sure we’re not rushing this?”
No. We’re definitely rushing it.
It’s too soon.
I’m not ready for it.
But I’m going to fucking suck it up; I’ve known her for weeks already, and chickening out is the coward’s way. If I was one of my friends, I would have fucked Charlie by now, not invited her to spend the night. Anyone else would have let her suck him off, fucked her, and kicked her out.