He rolled me onto my back, shifting my legs apart with his knees. His arms pressed on either side of my head, caging me in with his muscled biceps. He smelled like soap and tasted of minty toothpaste, his hair still damp from the shower.
I traced my fingers through his curls, fisting a handful at the nape of his neck that rewarded me with a moan of pleasure that I captured with my lips. As long as Sean was touching me, I was in paradise. I knew what I was doing was bad, that we were crossing a line that would change everything.
I still wanted to do it.
“You’re not going to go to sleep, are you?” Sean whispered against my lips.
I smiled, my eyes locking with his. “Do you want me to?”
Sean lowered his wicked mouth and pressed his soft lips against my neck. His hips rocked against me making my breath hitch. “What do you think?”
A thrill spiked in the pit of my stomach. It was hard to think. I tried to grasp onto the edges of my mind. Sean pressed against me again, capturing my gasp with his lips as he kissed me deeply with his hot, delving tongue.
I was lost, completely and utterly lost to him. I closed my eyes and arched against his delicious weight pressing down on me; my fingers digging into his narrow hips as the silk of his boxers rubbed along my thighs. With every blinding sensation, ‘trouble’ still managed to enter my mind, but all was lost when Sean’s wicked hands moved to peel the offending fabric of my underwear away.
His heated eyes locked with mine as he took his time, as if asking a silent question and expecting me to still his hand that now slid slowly up my shin, along my thigh and between my legs. This was trouble all right; being in Sean Murphy’s arms, being in his bed was diabolically wrong, catastrophically bad. I was undeniably doomed. Yet still, it was completely and utterly without a question the only place I wanted to be.
Chapter Fifty
The most awkward thing in the world?
People knowing you’ve had sex.
Ringer munched thoughtfully on a piece of toast at the breakfast bar, his amused eyes darting between Sean and me as if he expected details.
“So, you kids sleep all right?” Ringer asked, beaming at us.
Sean threw him a warning look and Ringer winked at him as he sipped on his OJ.
Such a smart-arse.
I pinched my leg under the table, praying I wouldn’t turn crimson. I had completely forgotten Ringer was even here. Oh God, how loud had I been? Mortified by the thought, the sooner I got away from Ringer’s all-knowing eyes the better.
“Did you want something to eat?” Sean asked. He pushed his chair back and headed for the fridge. He was cool and casual as always, no sign of him blushing or smiling to himself like I was trying not to do.
“Oh, no thanks, I better get back and face the music.” I said with a weak smile.
Ringer skulled the last of his juice and belched, long and hard. “I’m headed that way if you want a lift.”
“Thanks.” Although the thought didn’t enthrall me, I knew Sean had things to do.
***
A series of impatient honks sounded from Ringer’s car. I rolled my eyes at Sean.
“I better go. My chariot is somewhat impatient.”
“Sorry to subject you to him,” Sean said with a smirk.
A silence settled over us. He swept a tendril of hair from my cheek. His eyes were filled with a million unsaid things.
“Amy, there’s something you should know.”
My heart pounded against my ribcage. He was going to give me some spiel about last night being a mistake, or that we should just stay friends, I just knew it. I couldn’t breathe with the tension that swept between us. Our trance was broken with the sound of another long drawn out series of honks.
“Aaaaaammmmyyyyyyy …” Ringer called.
I blinked out of my daze. “Well, see ya!” I shouted, turning to walk quickly to the car.
***
I felt sick. And it wasn’t just the smell of the burrito that Ringer had had to pull up at the corner shop for on the way home. He licked his fingers and struggled, awkwardly shifting gears, all the while trying not to spill his food.
“Seriously, Ringer,” I said with a grimace, “you just ate.”
He spoke with a mouth full of food. “Urm, erh, growing berh.”
“You’re disgusting!”
I tried not to think about the “something” Sean had to tell me or about the look of apprehension in his eyes. Whatever he had to say wasn’t good and right now all I wanted to think about was the good stuff, like what we had done until the condoms ran out.
I got Ringer to drop me around the back so I could do my walk of shame without the whole family looking on. I was looking for a nice, private exit from his car, until he sounded the horn and started shouting out of the window.