Every Little Dream(33)
“Shh.”
“Katie.”
“No talking.” She leans over, pressing her hands against my chest. “I finally put it together. The work for your father dictates your time. But we’re both here now. Let’s forget about yesterday.”
Slowly, she slips off her sundress that clings to her body. Inch by inch, she exposes the rest of her creamy skin and the black lace bra and panty set. Holy fuck.
Chapter 8
Katie
I take a deep breath about to do something no one would ever think I’d do. Slowly, I let the sundress fall from my shoulders. A delicious shiver of anticipation swirls in my lower regions. Me, Katie, the good girl, about to seduce her kinda boyfriend. Ready to take the plunge. No one would ever expect this behavior from me and that’s why it feels so good.
Chad lies on the bed, his legs sprawled across the bed, most of his face hidden by the shadows of the room. The bedroom lamp I turned on has produced a soft romantic glow. Hopefully, it hides the blush spreading across my face.
The sundress slides past my hips. My lace bra and panties are exposed. I bought these weeks ago in an attempt to summon up some bravery, some boldness in hopes that I’d get to wear them with the right guy. Some day.
That day is now.
“Katie.”
I can barely hear his voice. It’s low and husky. Oh my, God. I’m really doing this. The dress drops to the floor. I step out of it and approach the bed. Instinct takes over. I care about this guy. I know he’s earned himself a reputation. I know he can be a jerk. I know he’s hiding things from me, but he’s also been sweet and tender and loving. And most importantly? A friend. After Justine, the best kind of friend I’ve had in a while.
He’s jumped through so many hoops to be with me. He’s been so willing to go on all our dates and somehow made them exciting and fun. The concert at the bandstand, the arcade, the carnival; and more recently, the peanut butter cracker picnic. I think it’s way more effort than he’s put in with a girl before, at least from what I can tell.
Tentatively, I place my right knee on the bed. In one bold move, I swing my left leg over him. I feel his eyes on me but I’m not expecting the intense stare when I meet his gaze. My hair falls down around me. I’m thankful it can hide my face. What now?
Skin. I want to touch and feel his skin and feel close to him. I find the bottom of his shirt and slip my hands underneath. Just the provocative touch of skin on and skin sends a fire bolt through me.
“Katie,” he says but I barely recognize his voice.
“Shh.” I move my hands up his chest and close my eyes briefly as I take him in with the rest of my senses. I slide my hands up farther on his stomach and chest, the muscles taut under my fingers. He helps and takes off his shirt. I soak in his naked chest, his shoulders, and the hollow at the base of his neck. My breath hitches.
I lower my head and my lips find his pulse. It jumps against my lips. Slowly, I kiss a trail down the center of his chest, to his stomach. He needs to know I’m not here to tease. I unbutton his jeans and try to hide the quick intake of my breath at my boldness. He reaches out and pulls me to him. He draws my face closer and kisses me. This doesn’t feel like the kiss of a guy out to get what he wants. It feels intimate and special and I don’t want it to end.
His breath brushes against my skin as he whispers, “I thought you’d be mad.”
I don’t even need to think and the words come out. “I was at first.”
I don’t know why the anger faded, but somewhere between watching Dirty Dancing and processing my own thoughts and being aware of the money stashed in my closet, I realized I was keeping secrets too. How could I be angry with him for standing me up? Maybe he had a good excuse. I didn’t even care now. I just wanted to show him that I’m not this good girl who needs her hand held every step of a relationship.
Before he can question my response, I slide my hips against his. It feels natural to be with him. I feel his excitement and it brings me new confidence. I find his neck again. I gently suck on his skin and taste the sweetness of Chad, the clean scent of a man.
The vibration of the moan low in his throat brings a higher elevation of desire, spurring me one. I finish unbuttoning his jeans and tug down the zipper.
He grabs my hands. “Katie…we can’t do this.”
I pull my hands away and he lets me go. “Why not?” I continue to kiss his neck, then move back to his mouth. I tug on his bottom lip. I play tease, my tongue with his. “I kinda like you.” Many more feelings than “like” are pulsing through my heart and my body, but I keep those to myself.