“They’re right, as usual.”
She smiled brilliantly. “I like a man who’s not afraid to admit others are right too.”
I chuckled, taking the cup of tea she handed me. We went to the couch, and I pressed a button to open the doors of the dresser where the TV was hidden.
“Wow. You have one of those fancy TV sets. It’s like a home cinema.”
“It’s pretty great, yeah. Want to watch something? Here’s the remote.”
“Ha! Don’t give me control of that, or you might regret it.”
“Have at it.” I watched her flick through channels, but I could tell she was still worried about the run-in at the bar.
I pulled her into my lap. She yelped, letting go of the remote.
“I can feel you stressing,” I said.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
“I do.”
I ran my fingers from her ankle to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tighten with tension—but a different kind than before, which was my goal. When I reached the hem of her skirt, she grinned, turning around and straddling me.
I’d gotten used to being on my own in the apartment, but I wanted this woman here, with me, and I’d never had this impulse before: to want to do everything together, even something as simple as watching TV or talking. It was the first time I was experiencing this, and I wanted to explore every facet of it with Heather.
We barely slept that night, but I figured we could just sleep in the next morning, since I didn’t have to go to work too early. Except I woke up to a thunderstorm. They weren’t common in April, so the sound startled me out of a deep sleep.
“Morning.” Heather stood in the doorway of the bedroom, hair damp, wearing my robe. Fuck, she looked good wearing that, walking barefoot around my apartment. I wanted her to feel at home here.
“Morning. Want to grab breakfast across the street? I have some time before I need to be in the office,” I said.
“I don’t know. Not really get-out-of-the-house kind of weather.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Are you talking dirty to me?”
“Nah, just pointing out that staying indoors is a great idea.”
“I agree. I just have one request.”
“What?”
I made a “come here” motion with my finger, and when she was close enough, I undid the tie of her robe. I pulled her closer, until her breasts were right in front of me. I captured one with my mouth, twirling my tongue around the nipple. Heather moaned, tugging at my hair, pressing herself into me. I loved how easily she responded to me. I ran my fingers up her inner thigh slowly, savoring every inch of soft skin I touched. I’d never tire of exploring her, of finding new ways to turn her on, to bring her pleasure. Her skin turned to goose bumps as I touched her further up. I smiled against her breast. Heather groaned, taking a step back, carefully tying the belt again.
I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer, until she toppled on the bed.
She shrieked with laughter.
“What are you doing?” she asked in between fits of laughter.
“Having my way with you.”
“Oh, I see. By all means, don’t let me deter you.”
“So you’re surrendering, just like that?”
She batted her eyelashes, pulling me closer.
“No. I’m going to use it as a negotiation point later on.”