Chapter 15 #2
Shit. What is she doing to me? She’s so effortlessly sexy, and she’s going to drive me crazy. The next two weeks are going to be the most intense of my life. I know it. I can feel it in my bones.
I get onto the bed, grab the remote control, and start scrolling through the channels, waiting for Mia to get out of the bathroom.
She comes back with a damp face, and I watch as she dries it.
She grabs a hairbrush and brushes her hair.
I stand up and head toward her. I lightly touch her on the shoulder, and she looks back at me in surprise.
“What is it, Luke?”
“You want me to brush your hair for you?”
“Sure. I’m not going to say no.”
We head back to the bed, and she takes a seat. I sit behind her and grab the hairbrush and brush her silky locks.
“Mmm, I love it when you brush my hair. It’s so relaxing.”
“I love brushing it,” I say, “though I’m not sure why. I don’t even really like brushing my own hair.” There’s something about just being close with Mia that makes me feel warm, that makes me feel at home.
“What are we going to watch?” she asks. “Are you done, by the way?”
“I’m done.” I put the hairbrush on the nightstand, and she scooches up the bed next to me.
“I was thinking we could watch FBI,” I say to her.
“Huh?” She doesn’t look impressed as she crosses her legs and leans back.
“FBI. It’s a TV show. I think you’d—”
“That sounds so boring, Luke. I do not want to watch a show about the FBI.”
“It’s not a real FBI show. It’s just fictional.”
“Same difference. It’s about the FBI. I don’t care if it’s real FBI cases or not.” She shakes her head. “That’s not a rom-com.”
“Does everything have to be romance-related?”
“Seeing as I have no real romance in my life, it’s kind of nice to see fictional romance and have something to aspire to.”
She leans back, and I turn to her.
“So, that’s something you really, really want in your life?”
“You know this, Luke. I’ve always wanted a romance for the ages.” She taps her fingers against her calf. “Why? You don’t want that?”
“I’ve kind of thought about it, but not really anything seriously. So, okay, no FBI. Something else?”
“Sure. What are the other options?” she asks, her thighs rubbing against mine now as we lean back in the bed.
“I don’t know. Let me see. There’s Blue Bloods. It’s about—”
“That doesn’t sound like a show I’d be interested in,” she remarks, and I laugh.
“Really?”
“Luke, you know me well enough to know that I’m not interested in FBI, CIA, Blue Bloods, Red Bloods, Green Bloods, Purple Bloods.”
“Really, Mia?”
“What? I like cop shows sometimes, but I don’t want to watch one right now. I’m kind of tired and—”
I notice that her eyes are on my chest. There’s a slight tension in the air as we watch each other.
“Tonight was fun,” Mia says softly.
“I think so.”
“It was interesting when we kissed.”
“It was,” I say. “I bet you Rex was super jealous.”
“You think?” she asks.
“Yeah. I think he had to have noticed that it was pretty intense.”
“I wasn’t sure if I was too weird or uncomfortable-looking,” she says, pressing her lips together.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, when I was trying to press my body against yours, I wasn’t sure if it was right.”
“Did you want to practice?”
“Practice what?” she asks, blinking rapidly.
“I don’t know … how we sort of fit together. You know, in case we’re around people, and they’re looking and—”
“I guess we can practice.” She nods. “How?”
“Well, why don’t you lie flat on your back?” I tell her.
“Huh?” She looks at me with a frown. “What do you mean? Explain”
“Lie flat on your back, and I’ll lie flat on my back.
It’s a test. I want to see how you curl into me, how I curl into you.
It has to be natural, right?” I ask her.
“If you’re naturally able to curl into me and touch me without feeling self-conscious, then that’s the first step in making it seem real. ”
“Oh, I guess,” she says. “You should do the same thing too.”
“Well, we’ll both practice then. You first.”
She unfolds her legs and lies flat on her back. I lie flat next to her and stretch my arms out.
“Now roll into me like we’re really together.”
“Okay.” She shifts next to me.
She places her hand lightly on my chest and her head in the crook of my arm.
“Really, Mia?”
“What?”
“If I were your boyfriend and we were madly in love, you’d be this far away from me?”
“I’m touching you.”
“Your head is in the crook of my arm, and your hand is on my chest, and that’s it.”
“Yeah, and that’s how we normally snuggle. What’s wrong with that?”
“If you were my girlfriend and we were in love, do you really think that’s how you’d be touching me?”
“I guess not.” She shifts awkwardly. “Well, what should I do?”
“What would you do if I were your boyfriend for real?”
She thinks for a second. My heart flutters while I wait to see what she’ll do next.
She shifts over a little closer and lifts her right leg.
She places it over mine and moves closer to me.
Her head is now on my chest, and her hand is cradling the side of my face.
Her breasts are crushed into me, and she looks up at me with a dimple in her smile.
“Is this better?”
“Now this is something I could believe.” I reach down and stroke her leg. She gasps and shivers at my touch. “You see, you can’t act like that. You can’t recoil every time I touch you.”
“I don’t recoil every time you touch me. I just—”
“It’s not natural yet, right?” I say.
“Yeah, I guess I’m not used to those familiar touches.”
“Well, we’ve got to make sure that you don’t recoil like that every time I touch you intimately.”
“That’s something I guess we need to practice, huh?”
“Yeah. Okay, my turn,” I say.
“Your turn?” She looks at me in confusion.
“To practice how I would snuggle next to you.”
She rolls off me and lies flat on her back. I move over to her, place my hand at the bottom of her T-shirt, and slide it up under her shirt on her stomach. She sucks in a shaky breath as she gazes at me, eyes wide.
“When two people are in love, they have a familiar touch,” I say as I run my fingers across her skin. “You can’t gasp every time I touch you.”
“I know,” she says, “I just—”
“You just what?” I slide my fingers farther, under the curve of her breasts, then stop.
She bites down on her lower lip. “I just … nothing.”
I pull my hand back from under her T-shirt.
She looks disappointed, and I wonder if she wanted what I wanted—to play with her nipples, to pull her T-shirt up and suck on her breasts—but that would be taking this way too far.
It’s not like I am going to be sucking on her nipples in front of our family and friends.
“Should we watch your movie?” she asks, and I nod. “Shall we turn out the lights?”
I turn the lights off at the switch by the door. When I get back to bed, we get under the sheets, and she snuggles into the crook of my arm again as I find a Kate Hudson movie that she loved when we were younger.
“This one is so funny,” she says.
“Oh, yeah?” I run my fingers down the side of her face casually.
“Yeah, she has to convince him that she’s crazy to get him to dump her.”
“I kind of remember this movie,” I’m staring at her, not the TV screen.
Mia laughs at some of the antics on the screen, and I delight at the sound of her voice. It’s nice, being here with her, having her next to me.
“I want to see something.”
“What’s that?” I ask her.
“Well, I was thinking that when we go out next time, I should sit in your lap.”
“Oh?” I freeze.
“Yeah.”
She rolls over, and the next thing I know, she’s straddling me. She slides back and forth, her panties grinding on top of my cock. I look up at her innocent, wide eyes.
“I feel like I should know how to sit in your lap properly.”
“Well, right now, you’re doing more than sitting in my lap.”
“What do you mean?”
“Right now, I’m lying flat on my back, and you’re straddling me, Mia.”
“Yeah, otherwise known as sitting in your lap.”
“Well, I’m not sitting, and I think you need to stop that.” I grab her hips.
“What?”
Is she for real, right now? I reach up and pull her down toward me so that her face is next to mine. Her ass sticks up in the air, and I slide my fingers down her shorts and squeeze her ass cheeks.
“What are you doing, Luke?”
“I’m doing what any man who’s just had a beautiful woman grinding on him would do,” I say through gritted teeth, my voice a whisper.
“I wasn’t grinding on you. I was—”
“You were what?”
I see her breasts hanging through the V of her T-shirt.
“I … was … just—” she stutters as I run my fingers up the small of her back and then around to the front and squeeze her breasts.
“Luke, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I groan and gently rub my thumb against her nipple.
She gasps and places her hand right against my hardness. She shifts back and forth slowly with subtle movements, but I know she’s feeling something because I am as well. My cock grows thicker between her legs.
“Mia, you’re playing with fire,” I admonish.
“Would that be so bad?” She lets her hair hang down across my chest and across my face. She leans down and gives me a peck on the cheek, then a peck on the lips.
“I think we don’t want to go down this road without fully understanding where it could lead,” I say, gazing at her.
“What’s wrong with—” she whispers.
I grab her and push her down to the side of me.
“Mia—”
We’re both panting.
“Yes, Luke.”
“I think we should go to sleep.”
“What if I’m not ready for sleep?”
“I think you’re ready,” I say.
“What if I’m not?” She reaches over, touches my abdomen, and runs her fingers along the length of my cock.
“Mia,” I gasp.
“Yes, Luke.”
“Fire.”
“Fire’s burning, huh?”
I grab her hand and pull it away from me. “Mia, once we go down this road, we can’t stop it.”
“Who says I want to stop it?”
I run my thumb against her bottom lip gently. She bites it and then giggles.
“I’m not playing.”