I ran my fingers through her hair, forcing her to look at me. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” I told her, meaning it. “I’m a little jealous, yeah, but that doesn’t change anything. Besides, who has you all to himself right now?” I paused, letting a smile grow on my face. I found I smiled more often now, too. Bree brought it out of me. “Me. Not Mason. Me.”
This time, when I kissed her, I kissed her hard. I kissed her to push away all of her worries and concerns over what she’d done with Mason last night. This, us, here and now, it wasn’t about Mason. It was about us, about what we were together, the fire between us.
“Bree,” I spoke between kisses, “you know I love you. You know I’ll be there whenever, wherever you want me. That’s not even a question.” I devoured her response, pulling her small body back onto my lap, my arms circling around her and holding her close.
She nibbled my bottom lip before murmuring, “So if I said I wanted you now…”
My whole body turned to molten fire at that. Was she being serious, or was she just saying that because she thought she had to make up for her being with Mason last night? My cock twitched in my pants, and I could not fight the immediate longing inside me.
“I’d say tell me when and where, and I’ll be there with bells on.” Fuck. Mason’s lameness must’ve worn off on me, because that was not something I’d normally say.
Bree smiled at my lameness, running a hand along the side of my face.
Would it be weird if we went into his room? Probably.
Although, shit. We couldn’t do it, not if I didn’t have protection, and I knew Bree wasn’t on any kind of birth control yet—I didn’t think she wanted to be.
“Does he have any—”
“In his nightstand,” Bree said.
I could not hop off the couch fast enough. I never thought this was where today would lead, but I wasn’t going to complain. This was something I’d been waiting for for what felt like ever, so fuck no, no complaining here. And certainly no jealousy toward Mason and what he’d done with her last night.
She was mine right now. All mine.
I went into his room, heading straight to the little wooden nightstand beside his bed. Inside the small drawer, I found a new box of condoms. Ah, so Mason had been stocking up in wait of the day when Bree finally decided she wanted to be with him. Good for him.
I’d have to thank him later.
When I came back out, I found Bree still sitting on the couch, still looking just as beautiful as ever. I tossed the condom on the coffee table, my dick growing harder by the second as I knelt before her and brought her lips to mine yet again. Between kisses, I said, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
If she told me to, I would. My dick would hate me for it, but I would. When it came to this girl, I wanted to be a gentleman, not the Calum who’d gone on that blind date with her.
Bree replied to my words by kissing me harder. I guess that was her answer.
The only reason I had to tear my lips off hers was to toss all of the pillows on the couch onto the floor. Mason had a few too many, although it did make the couch comfortable. Right now, Bree and I needed all the room we could get.
I helped her to sit up, and I took her clothes off, first. Piece by piece until she sat beside me, blushing and looking stunning, as naked as the day she was born, but so much prettier. I laid her down on the couch under me, and I took to dragging my mouth to every sensitive place on her body.
Her neck, her collarbone, her nipples. Oh, I paid extra special attention to those little nubs.
Then my mouth traveled even further down, causing her to squirm. She wove her fingers through my hair, and I thought, as I neared her apex, her legs spread before me, that she’d pull me up, pull me away, that this was too much, too fast.
All I wanted to do was make her feel good, to hear the sound she made when she orgasmed.
But she didn’t stop me, she only kept her fingers in my hair, tugging gently as I breathed out onto