I closed my eyes and settled back against the pillow, content to just listen to her breathe and enjoy memorizing the feel of her body along mine. Every once in a while, I would move my fingers, just to feel the electric tingle I got when my skin touched hers. Her hair was tickling my nose, but I didn’t move.
As much as I might have wanted it to, I knew it wasn’t going to last forever.
The numbers on the clock went by far too quickly as I absorbed the feeling, the sight, and the smell of her all around me. Eventually Nicole stirred, tickling my nose some more as she shifted and stretched her neck against the pillow. From my angle, I could see her eyes flutter open, and I felt her grip my hand as she turned around to face me.
Even with sleep in her eyes and a yawn on her lips, she was beautiful. Her hair was scattered all over the place as if it were some crazy, wild animal that had been attacked by first-year beauty students, and she was still the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen.
I just stared at her, taking it all in, until I realized what I was doing.
“Hey,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. I looked away from her eyes quickly but couldn’t stop myself from looking back.
“Hey,” she answered. She smiled slightly. “How are you?”
Good question.
I shrugged.
“Better,” I offered. I felt a little tense again because I wanted to be able to give her a better answer than that. She had done so much for me yesterday, and I hadn’t even…
Fuck.
“Um…you didn’t…I mean…shit.” I turned my head to the side and pushed my forehead against the pillow. I took a couple of deep breaths before looking back into her eyes. “You really did a lot for me yesterday.”
She flashed me another Mona Lisa kind of smile.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I continued. I turned my head away and closed my eyes for a second before looking back to her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said softly.
My hand moved up her back, over the top of her shirt to the middle of her back, realizing for the first time all night that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Did girls usually take them off to sleep? They probably did. It didn’t seem like they would be comfortable otherwise.
I tried not to think about how her body was pressed against mine and how I was pretty sure her nipples were up against my chest. If I thought about that…well…I just didn’t want to push my luck. Not now.
If nothing else, Sheriff Skye was supposed to be home today.
“I should probably go,” I said, hating the words as they came from my mouth. “I really don’t think I want to have your dad walk in right now.”
I watched Nicole’s pale cheeks turn crimson.
“No, probably not,” she agreed. “He’s not supposed to be back until noon, though.”
I glanced back at the clock on the nightstand, which indicated it was just a quarter past eight. I wondered if Dad was hung-over enough to still be in bed. I took a deep breath. If I got home before he woke up, I could get my run in, and he wouldn’t even know.
“I should still go,” I said softly.
“Do you want breakfast first?”
God yes.
“I should just go.”
She nodded slightly.
I didn’t move.
My fingers fluttered over her skin again, and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest as I looked into her eyes. My face was only inches from hers, and my eyes were drawn to her lips. Nicole’s hand was splayed out against my chest, and I could feel a slight increase in pressure from her fingertips. I reached out with my tongue and wet my lips.
There had been many, many times I’d looked at a girl and had wanted to feel my cock in her—in her mouth, in her pussy—I didn’t care. I’d kiss her because it was a means to an end—the end being me getting off. I’d get her off, too, because it just seemed like the polite thing to do, but the main goal was still the same.