straight in the eye, “You’re my best friend.” He smiled and pressed his soft lips to mine in a gentle kiss. In a moment he shifted, so I was on my back and he was carefully hovered over me.
“You know what I was thinking?” My fingers traced the lines of a tattoo along his bicep.
“What were you thinking, pretty girl?” I made an effort to look around the room while I was still underneath him.
“This room looks very dull—I want to paint it.”
“You want to paint your room?” This wasn’t what he expected me to say, but I nodded with a smile.
“Are you going to hire someone to paint it?”
I scoffed at him. “I am a very independent woman. Certainly, I can paint a room of my house without having to pay someone to do it.” His lips quirked up in amusement, but he played along.
“I have all the faith in the world in you. So what color are you going to paint this?” I let my eyes travel once more. “Maybe deep purple or turquoise? Something fun.”
“Those are pretty good choices. Might I suggest the turquoise, it’d look great in here with all the stuff you have already.”
“Are you just saying that because you don’t want to sleep in a dark purple room when you stay over?” He laughed aloud and shook his head.
“If you’re in here, it doesn’t matter what color room I’m staying in.” My hands laced behind his neck holding him close.
“Gee, you’re such a great friend.” While I meant the words, it was still fun to watch him roll his eyes again. His mouth took me by surprise as it reached down and nipped at my chin. A mock gasp of shock made him laugh against my skin. The soft vibrations hit my heart—oh how I loved just being around him.
“Careful what you say there, Sweets. I just might refuse to help; if you ever get up the courage up to ask me, that is.”
“What makes you think I was going to ask for your help at all?” He readjusted his body so his chin rested against his hands on my stomach.
“Call it a hunch.” I thought for a minute. Painting always seemed like such a great idea—until you started. Then you looked around the room—at how damn much there was to do—you can’t help but sigh and wonder—why the hell didn’t I just pay someone to do this? While I sure as shit didn’t want Corey to do the whole room by himself— that would just be cruel—I wanted his help. Not to mention, I could see Corey being a great motivator to kick my butt into gear and get this done.
“Okay, would you help me paint?”
“Yes, I’ll help you.” My excitement bubbled over, and Corey laughed.
“Well, when do you have time?”
He shrugged his shoulder the best he could in the position he laid in. “I’m off today.” I hardly believed Corey was ever “off,” as a business owner I knew there was lots to be done. Always. To me that meant he either worked extra hard the last couple of days and he was caught up with everything. Or he intended to do more work than usual on Monday.
“But you don’t want to spend your one day off painting.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’d love to help you.” “Are you sure?” Now I felt guilty. Surely he had other friends that wanted to see him too. Corey was too incredible to have no one wanting his time. How he managed to be with me whenever I needed—made me feel bad. It was wrong of me to monopolize his time—even if it was what I wanted most.
“Positive. We can get up, move the stuff out of your room, grab some breakfast then pick up the paint supplies.”
“Sounds great to me.”
“Good, but first…” His eyes locked with mine and the look he sent shot heat instantly to my sex.
“I like your thinking.” With that we stopped using our words and began using our bodies to communicate. Quite a delicious method, if I do say so myself.
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A few hours later, we were back to my house. The tarp was laid along my bedroom floor and the taping was all done. We made a pit stop at Corey’s house for a pair of his grungy jeans, that he used when working on his bike and an equally grungy t-shirt. At my house I found a pair of ratty gray sweatpants and one of my old concert tees that