Misunderstandings (Woodfalls Girls 2)

“That was a part of it, but it was all the before too,” he answered.

“You mean you fell for me because of my mad Monopoly skills?” I smiled.

“Among other things,” he answered, grinning wryly.

That grin. It had always been my downfall. If I pinpointed all my favorite memories that involved him, that grin could be found at each and every one. It held the power to melt my insides, make my pulse quicken, and make certain other areas ache with need. I loved that grin until I hated that grin.

16.

Thanksgiving 2010

I woke up disoriented. I knew I was in Justin’s bed. I was just unsure how I had gotten there when the last thing I remembered was dozing off on the sofa. It was pitch black in his room, but I could feel I wasn’t alone. Reaching out a hand, I tentatively touched Justin’s arm, wondering if he was awake. The mattress shifted as he turned over. I could sense he was now facing me. He didn’t speak as he reached over and gently caressed my cheek. I turned my face so I could place a kiss on the palm of his hand. Excitement raced through me at the thought that we were finally alone. He ran his hand around my head until it was cupping my neck. Holding my head in place, he leaned in close and placed his lips on mine. His lips were soft but sure as they slowly began to seduce me. My desire became stronger with each touch of his tongue and every sigh he elicited from me. As if he knew my body even better than I did, Justin rolled on top of me when the kisses were no longer enough. I could feel just how much he wanted me as he pressed his pelvis against mine, feeling harder than should be possible. My body had a mind of its own as it ground and begged for something more.

Justin’s hands moved away from my face to the hem of my shirt. Lifting my torso slightly, I helped him remove my shirt and bra. His hands moved up my ribs until they cupped my breasts, causing my breath to labor as he gently rubbed my nipples, which were almost as hard as he was. His lips pulled away from mine. I protested by lacing my hands behind his head to pull him back to me. He chuckled lightly but fought my urges and captured my nipple in his mouth. I arched my back, trembling with desire as he sucked my nipple fully into his mouth. My body no longer belonged to me. I frantically moved against him, trying to ease the fire that was raging uncontrollably through me. Justin’s needs matched my own as he jumped up, tugged off his shirt, and kicked his jeans across the floor. He reached for my jeans and pulled them off my body in one swift movement before dropping hot seductive kisses on my stomach.

His hands momentarily left my body as he tore open the condom wrapper. Once he had it in place, he knelt between my legs and hooked my right leg over his shoulder so he could place a kiss on the inside of my thigh. My legs trembled with need as I felt him pressed against my opening. With one sure and quick thrust, he was completely buried inside me. His mouth found mine again as he moved inside me. I was already too far gone to hold back the orgasm that ripped through me. I locked my legs around his waist as I rode it out. Justin increased his tempo as he raced toward his own release. With one final thrust, he collapsed on top of me.

It took several minutes for our breathing to return to normal. Justin remained on top of me. His weight was heavy but still comfortable. Everything about it felt right. Usually after sex I was quick to push the guy away once we finished. My rules had always been set in stone. Once I got what I wanted, my desire would disappear in a flash and I would look for the nearest exit. All my past rules were forgotten with Justin. My hands moved to his back, where I relished the feeling of stroking him on top of me.

“Am I too heavy?” He broke the silence as he propped himself on one elbow.

“Is a Mack truck heavy?” I teased. “Kidding,” I added, looping my hands around his neck to hold him in place once he tried to lift himself off me.

“Let me take care of a few things,” he said, placing a kiss on my lips before pulling away. My body felt oddly bereft without his weight on me. Light flooded the room when he flipped on the switch in the bathroom. Feeling self-conscious, I dragged the blanket over me. After a few minutes, he turned the light off, plunging the room back into darkness. I heard the clicking of his bedroom lock before the bed dipped down when he climbed in.

“I should move to your couch,” I murmured as he tucked me back into his embrace.

“Hell no,” he said, tightening his arm around me.

“What will your mom say?” I asked, feeling like a teenager who was contemplating how to sneak out of her boyfriend’s house without getting caught.

“Brittni, she’s not going to say anything. I’m an adult. When I moved back home we set up boundaries, and this was one of them. That’s why the basement was redone into an apartment. I respect my mom, but I’m not going to apologize for being a man and desiring the comfort of a woman in my bed.”

“So, I’m being silly that I feel like a teenager who’s expecting her boyfriend’s parents to crash in at any moment.”

“Yeah, I would say so. Besides, if sex had been that mind-blowing when I was a teenager, I would have been chasing after girls nonstop.”

“Who are you trying to kid? You know you chased them anyway.”

“True, but I would have put more effort into it.”

“It was good, though?” I asked groggily as my eyes drifted closed.

“Good is the understatement of the year.”

Thumping on the floor above woke us both the next morning. Sunlight streamed into the room from the small window near the ceiling, making everything appear just a little more stark. In the cloak of darkness, being naked didn’t seem nearly as illicit as it did in broad daylight.

“Oh God, your mom is going to hate me,” I mumbled, hiding my head under my pillow.

“Are you always so dramatic the morning after?” Justin chuckled, pulling the pillow from my face.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a morning after,” I confessed.

“What? How is that possible?” he asked incredulously.

“It’s not that big a deal. I just usually leave after.”

“So this is a first for you?” he asked, sounding gleeful.