Complicated Girl (13 page)

He’s keenly focused on my pleasure, first stroking one way, then swirling, and pausing, as if waiting for a response.

“Well?” he finally prompts. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yes,” I whisper. My ache is building, and I’m rocking my hips, but I want more. I desperately need more.

I reach down and finish unbuttoning my jeans, then start pushing them down. Drew uses his free hand to help get my jeans down to my knees, and I’m able to kick them the rest of the way off, along with my shoes.

He glances around, “I’m glad those hedges are there.”

The grass is ticklish on the back of my legs, but Drew keeps stroking me with his fingers, and everything is perfect. Without clothes in the way, he’s able to angle his palm and slip further inside me.

He moves his body down along mine and kisses my stomach, circling his way down. I reach down and catch his jaw before he goes too far and gets too intimate.

“Anything but that,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he says.

We stare at each other for a moment, my refusal hanging between us like a boundary.

I reach for his hand and put it back, then smile encouragement. “Your hand feels so good. You have incredible hands.”

He smiles, lifting away any awkwardness. Now we’re just having fun again. His fingers start having a
lot
of fun.

I moan and rock my hips against him. He’s so amazing with his fingers—responsive to me—but there’s an urgency to his movements that isn’t just from me.

Pushing myself up on one elbow, I reach for Drew’s zipper. “Time to let the tiger out of the cage.”

He rolls his hips back. “Do you have any condoms in the house?”

“Not as many as I have in my purse. They’re old, but I checked the expiry date on the drive here.” We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, both grinning like two idiots who are dumb enough to have coitus on a lawn but smart enough to use protection.

“Game on,” he says.

He gently withdraws his hand from between my legs and starts looking through my purse.

I unzip his pants and let the tiger out of the cage. It leaps right into my hand, ready to go. I give it a few strokes, while admiring Drew’s form in the moonlight.

He’s still wearing his sweater and shirt, but that seems reasonable, since the fall night air is crisp.

He tears open a packet, and I reach up with one hand, palm outstretched. “Let me do it.”

He shakes his head at me and rolls the condom on himself while I watch. We’re both grinning, and then he returns to being on top of me. He uses his chin to push my shirt up, along with my sports bra.

His mouth sinks down on my nipple at the same time as he nudges my legs wider.

No more grinning or jokes. This is serious business time.

He sucks the flesh of my breast into his mouth at the same time as, down below, he slides the tip in. I cry out in sweet anticipation of release. He teases my nipple in his mouth, sucking so that unimaginable pleasure shoots through my body. I’m writhing around now, barely able to keep my moans quiet.

Now his hands are on my hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my butt with pleasure as excruciating as his teeth and mouth on my breasts.

He slides in further, sending sparks of desire shooting through me. We move together like we’ve been here before, with each other. He pulls my shirt and bra off over my head, and now I’m naked on the grass underneath him, like a wood nymph.

He rains kisses down on my chest, my neck, my lips.

The sweater has to go. I grab it and yank it off over his head. Next, I work the buttons of his shirt and pull it open at the front, so I can slide my hands up his smooth, gorgeous chest.

We keep rocking together, our hips working together and then against each other.

He reaches his full depth inside me, the tense mass of his balls tickling between my legs, along with the blades of grass.

The sparks inside me turn into fireworks. I murmur to Drew that I’m coming, as long as he keeps moving the way he is.

He pulls his face away from mine, to watch me as I come. I roll my head to face away to the side, conscious of my eyebrows tenting together and rising.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs.

I peak, and it’s like cotton candy raining down around us. It must be from what he said, because this orgasm is the prettiest one I’ve ever felt, in shades of pink, like cherry blossoms raining down in the spring.

He switches gears, turning his face in the opposite direction as he bears down on me. His movements are steady and powerful. My whole body is sliding up on the grass with each thrust. His pace quickens until he gasps, spending himself in five, six, seven pulses.

He rests on me with a contented exhale.

My arms are both curled up around his back, one arm under his shirt and one over. My knees bent. My body lets go of all tension and I let my legs stretch out, and then my arms.

Another pleasurable feeling takes hold of me as I stare up at the starry sky, only this one isn’t physical. It’s as if all of life is gathering up in this one moment, making a knot, as if to say…
this is something.

Drew’s body is hot, and the grass beneath me is cool. I can smell the earth now. I move my arms and legs slowly, the tickling sensations of the blades of grass sending me the message again.
This is something.

Drew plants a noisy kiss on my cheek and starts to pull away, lifting his upper body weight onto his elbows.

He moves his face over mine, blocking my vision of the stars. “What on earth are you doing? Are you making grass angels?”

I stop moving my arms and legs. “Not on purpose.”

He chuckles. “I think the best things we ever do are not on purpose.” His expression grows serious. In the dim light of just the moon and the house’s porch light, with his face in deep shadows, this look is
very
serious.

I frown up at him. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

He doesn’t react immediately.

I quickly apologize. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. You can fall in love with me if you want. But you should know, I’m a terrible girlfriend. It’s going to end in tears, and there’s something else you should know. I won’t be the one crying.”

“I don’t care if you’re a terrible girlfriend, because I don’t want one of those.”

“You don’t?” My voice cracks.

“Silly Meenie.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I want a human barnacle, like you promised.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “I could be your barnacle.”

“Could you wear that captivating shirt you wore the night we met? The I-Heart-BJ shirt?”

“Even better. I’ll wear the I-Heart-BJ shirt while
giving
you one.”

At the mention of this, the part of him that’s been recovering gives a twitch.

I let out a squeal, which makes him twitch again.

He pulls away from me, reaching for his pants to cover himself. “Maybe we should go into the house before someone calls the cops.”

Right on cue, a police siren sounds off in the distance.

We stare at each other, eyes wide.

“No way,” I whisper.

We scramble to gather up our clothes and run laughing into the house, moving as quickly as we can.

In the morning, I wake up to an elbow in my face. Drew keeps sleeping, oblivious to me groaning about his elbow hitting my nose.

“I think it’s more crooked now,” I grumble.

He rolls onto his side, his back to me. I run my hands up and down his bare back, enjoying this quiet moment in the morning sunshine to admire Drew’s perfection. His back is broad and strong, with just a smattering of freckles on his upper shoulders. I cuddle up to him and cup my hands around his butt cheeks. He must have put on his boxer shorts after I fell asleep last night… after he finally wore me out.

The guy is insatiable! After we came in from the front lawn, I made him a sandwich, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We went for two more rounds in my bed, much to the irritation of Muffin, who wouldn’t stop jumping up on the bed to judge at us. We shut him out of the room finally. Naturally, he scratched at the door and meowed pitifully until we were done.

Speak of the devil.
I hear him jump up onto my nightstand.

I kiss Drew on the back of the neck, then roll over to find a very angry orange cat scowling at me with narrowed eyes and flat ears.

“Be nice,” I tell him.

He flicks his tail, meows once, and then runs from the room.

“Don’t you dare pee on Drew’s shoes,” I call after him.

Drew rolls onto his back and blinks up on me. “What?”

“He doesn’t do it all the time.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking. Should I be concerned?”

I shake my head. “I’m pretty sure Muffin is
not
peeing on your nice Italian loafers right now. But you should probably smell them before you put them on.” I smile and run my fingers over Drew’s chest in a flirty way. “I’ll sniff your shoes and make sure they’re okay. What else can I do for you? Breakfast in bed? Pack you a bagged lunch for work today?”

He looks over at the time on the LED alarm clock. “It’s Wednesday, right? You know, I don’t have patients until after lunch.”

“Your practice is slow? Oh, no. Are you not a very good dentist? Maybe I should get a second opinion on that cap you glued into my mouth all willy nilly.”

He gets a mock-outraged look and rolls onto me, tickling my sides with both hands while pinning me down. “Not a very good dentist? You are
so
mean, you bad girl.”

Drew is bigger and stronger than me, but his hold isn’t as effective as he thinks. I shift my weight in a way he’s not expecting, and a second later, he’s pinned under me.

He goes limp, saving his dignity by not even trying to get away. “Now what? Do you spit in my mouth until I say Uncle? That’s what my brother would do.”

I laugh. “I’m not going to spit in your mouth. How old is your brother?”

“Two years younger than me, but he was always a big kid.” He laughs self-consciously. “I’m more of a lover than a fighter.”

“I’ll say. You wore me out last night.”

He lifts his head enough to give me a kiss. His lips on mine flip a switch in my brain. Now his body, underneath mine, isn’t just the muscles and bones of a wrestling opponent. My body electrifies. Drew is so much more than his body, yet I really
like
his body.

He rests his head back on my pillow. The seafoam green linens are a perfect complement to his skin tone. His brown eyes are rich with bright flecks, and an inner ring that’s nearly green. You’d think I bought these sheets just to make Drew look even more delicious.

“What are you thinking about?” He reaches up to run his fingers through my tangled morning hair.

“That you look really good in my bed.”

“Thanks.” He grins. “I can’t wait to see how good you look in my bed. Maybe this weekend?”

As he’s talking, he casually slides one hand down the side of my naked body and then slips his hand between my legs.

“This weekend?” I ask casually, even as I shudder with pleasure at the deliciousness of his finger stroking me.

“I’ll make you dinner, but I should warn you that I have a roommate. I might even throw a small party. So don’t show up naked under a trench coat.”

His finger is working magic, but I won’t let it show on my face.

“What makes you think I’d show up naked in a trench coat?”

“You’re a wild girl. Exactly what I need right now.” He doesn’t let it show on his face, but his body is also reacting to our morning pillow talk. Under the thin cotton of his boxers, something is getting some powerful ideas about places it would like to visit.

“You need me right now?” I ask.

He groans and rolls us over so he’s on top.

“Yes, right now. I need you, Megan.”

I gasp and reach down to push his hand away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“You said my real name,” I whisper. “You said it like you know me, like we’ve known each other forever.” I blink up at his gorgeous face, aware that I sound like an idiot, but unable to stop myself. “You said my name like you know me,” I repeat softly.

He kisses me gently, the skin around his mouth faintly scratchy from his overnight stubble.

“I want to know you,” he says.

My eyes hurt, and I get a chill all over my body. I turn my head to the side, looking away. He takes this as an invitation and kisses the side of my cheek softly, and then my neck. His touch is so beautiful and tender, it hurts. My whole body hurts, especially my chest.

I pull away from him and grab a condom that I thrust into his hand. He blinks at me, his brown eyes big and innocent.

I’ve got a terrible feeling he wants to
make love
to me. Like, the whole deal, with looking into my eyes and saying sweet things. Saying my name. Loving me. And then later finding out I’m not worth all those things he thought he felt.

I give him an eyebrow waggle, and then get into position on my hands and knees. “How do you feel about doggie style?”

He licks his lips and looks over my body. I shake my hips, and watch as his desire to
make love
morphs into something I can handle.