I'm afraid if I feel her shifting across my body, I'm going to come right here and now, embarrassing us both. I grunt at her, "Don't move."
Her eyes widen, but that's the only move she makes. I swear she stops breathing. Looking into her eyes is not helping matters. I clench my eyes shut and try to think of anything else except the feel of her against me. Haven shifts softly, and I groan again, "Fuck! Kill me now.”
She lifts up on her arms, taking the weight of her upper body off of me. "I am sorry, I'm too big," she starts.
I shake my head, grinding my teeth together. She doesn't realize that by taking the weight off her upper body, she's pressing her lower body even more against me.
I can hear the bang of pots and pans in the kitchen and I know that my mom is already started on a four-course breakfast. "You are not too big. I'm trying not to come right now, Haven. I should probably be embarrassed, but I'm not." My body has responded to her the only way it knows how.
"Oh," she says, and her mouth forms a perfect O, putting all new thoughts in my head. I start to mumble, and she whispers to me, "What are you doing?"
"I'm counting sheep," I tell her.
I feel her body jiggle as she laughs. “I think that's for when you're trying to go to sleep.”
I open my eyes and stare into hers. "All right, well, I need to do something because my dick has a mind of its own right now."
She bites on to her lower lip and swallows. I take three deep breaths and then another. When I realize the feeling is starting to subside, I slide out from underneath her and land on the floor. I'm sitting with my legs up, my elbows resting on my knees. Haven sits up on the couch and looks at her watch. "I have to go, I have class."
I know we need to talk, but I'm not in the right frame of mind right now. “Will I see you later?" I ask her.
She nods as she pulls on her shoes and is tying her laces. She's not looking at me, and it's making me nervous. Did I just fuck up everything? I reach up and put a hand on her knee. "Are you okay?"
She laughs at that. "I should be asking you that. Are you okay?"
I've always been honest with her, and I'm not going to start lying now. "I will be."
She doesn’t get my meaning and jumps up off the couch. "I have to go. Just text or call me later, and we can meet up or whatever."
I point toward the couch. "We should probably talk about this, don't you think?"
She grabs the plastic bag that holds the clothes that she had on last night. Her cheeks turn pink, and she shrugs her shoulders. "There's nothing really to talk about. It's a morning hard-on, right? Completely normal."
I can't help but gape open-mouthed at her. Really? Does she think that's all this is? Can she not feel the attraction between us, the chemistry? Maybe she feels it but doesn't want to do anything about it. I start to ask her, but she holds up her bag. "I really have to go."
I nod from my place on the floor, "Okay, I'll call you later."
It's like she runs out the front door, and I get up to walk to my bedroom. My mom calls from the doorway of the kitchen, "Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes."
I keep walking because I definitely don’t want to get caught with morning wood by my mom. "I'm going to shower. I'll be out soon," I call to her as I walk into my bedroom.
I strip off my clothes as soon as I get into the ensuite bathroom. My cock is still painfully hard, and I know the only thing that is going to take care of that right now is a cold shower. Fuck, a cold shower probably won’t even touch it, but I get in and stand under the icy spray. I try to clear my mind, but it doesn't work. All I can think about is Haven, images of her and her skirt and tight black T-shirt, seeing the way other men looked and appreciated her and then this morning the feel of her on top of me. I reach between my legs and grab on to my shaft and start to stroke myself. I need this release. I need to come with Haven's name on the tip of my tongue.
Chapter 7
Haven
Did that really just happen? My whole body is heated, and I visibly tremble as I sit down on my seat in the car. I grip the steering wheel and rest my head against it, trying to catch my breath. It feels as if I’ve run a mile instead of just walking out of Parker’s house and down the driveway to my car.