Hate to Date You (Dating #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,64
head onto his chest again, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe me. He remains silent for so long, I close my eyes once more, almost on my way to sleepy time when his chest rumbles as he speaks.
“Wait for what?”
A sigh escapes me. He’s going to make this difficult, isn’t he? “Everything’s still so…new. And you said so yourself a few weeks ago that you’re not looking for a relationship. Well, neither am I.”
Again he’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. He’s thinking. I know he is. He’s thinking about us, and how can he convince me that we should tell Caroline and Alex and all of my friends. His friends now too. I mean, my friends already know we had sex once, and they’re dying to see us together again, so they’d be supportive. But support only goes so far. Then there’s my family to contend with—
I lift away from him, propping myself on my elbow so I can look him in the eyes. It kind of sucks, how good-looking he is. Makes him that much harder to resist, you know?
This man is my weakness. It’s scary.
“Let’s just keep this on the down low for now. We had sex over a year ago. Now we’ve had sex again tonight. I don’t think that means we need to declare to everyone that we’re a couple,” I explain, my voice soft and light. Like hey, no big deal. Nothing to see here.
Oh, and we are definitely not a couple. Nope. We start talking like that, I might bug out. And by bug out, I mean kick him out and end all contact with him.
God, I’m a terrible person. Like, for real.
He slings an arm behind his head, his eyebrows lowering. In fact, he’s full-blown frowning at me. Guess he doesn’t like what I had to say. “I just wanted to tell Caroline. I don’t like keeping secrets from her.”
I am an expert at keeping secrets. I’ve been sneaking behind my parents’ back since I was a teen. I’m all about being secretive, which isn’t the best trait, I know. “I’m not saying we can never tell her. Let’s just…wait a while. See how this plays out.”
With his other hand he reaches out, his fingers drifting across my jaw, featherlight and sending shivers through me. “I like you, Stel. I like you a lot. You’re the first woman I actually want to spend time with that has nothing to do with how fast I can get her into bed.”
I laugh and sit up completely, causing his hand to drop and the sheet to fall into a puddle in my lap, exposing my naked chest to him. “Oh really? I figured that’s exactly what you’ve been trying to do since you moved in.”
His gaze drops to my breasts. Of course. Men: they can be so complicated, yet so simple. “Not true. Hell, I didn’t want to move in with you. Not at first.”
“Bullshit,” I say good-naturedly. “You’re the one who practically goaded me into asking you to move in.”
“True.” Now he’s touching my breast with the back of his hand, making my skin tingle. “I can’t seem to resist you.”
I remain still, letting him touch me. I’m enjoying it, so why should I stop him? But I’m also mulling over what he said, and I do understand what he meant—he enjoys my company. The end result to us spending time with each other doesn’t have to be us falling into bed together and having sex. I feel the same way about him.
Though the sex part is a nice bonus, I can’t deny it.
This time around was just as good as the first, maybe even better. Me bent over the couch while he had his way with me—super hot. Coming back to my bedroom where I rode him into oblivion—extra hot. The way he’s touching me, looking at me right now—still extremely hot.
“Come here,” he whispers, and I go to him, a gasp escaping me when he pulls me even closer and tucks me beneath him. He hovers above me, dipping his head and pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are warm and soft, and I melt into the mattress from the languid kiss, the lazy tangle of his tongue with mine.
“We’re really going to do this again?” I ask after he breaks the kiss first. I can feel his erection pressing against me. Impressive. The man can just go and go and go.