Page 85 of Mistaken Intention

“Sure.” I pull her into my arms, lying on my back, and she nestles against me.

“That… that thing you did to me… is that something you’ve done before?” I know what she’s talking about, even if she’s not being altogether clear.

“I don’t know. Like everything else, it’s a mystery.”

“Then why did you…?”

“Because you said you wanted everything, and so do I. I want all of you to be mine… every inch of you.” I reach down, placing my finger beneath her chin and raise her face to mine. “Was that okay?” Her smile returns, her eyes twinkling as she bites on her bottom lip, looking a little shy. “Can I take that as a ‘yes’?”

“You can,” she says and I chuckle, closing the gap between us and covering her lips with mine. She pulls back after just a few seconds, though, staring up into my eyes. “Would you think badly of me if I suggested we get dressed?”

“I could never think badly of you.”

“And you wouldn’t mind getting dressed?”

“Not if that’s what you want.”

I’m struggling to hide my disappointment, especially as I’m hard again already, and her lips twitch up into a smile. “It’s not necessarily what I want. It’s just that I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry? Why didn’t you say?”

“Because we’ve had better things to do than think about food… but I’m pretty sure we’ve missed lunch.”

I turn, checking the time on the clock beside the bed, and let out a laugh. “We’ve missed it by a mile.”

“Why? What time is it?”

“Nearly five.”

“You mean we’ve been up here for seven hours?”

“Yeah. But you were asleep for some of it.” She nods her head, biting on her bottom lip again. “If you wanna eat anytime today, you need to stop doing that.”

“Why?” She’s teasing and we both know it.

“Because it makes me wanna roll you over on your back, part your legs and bury myself deep inside you.” She blinks a few times, still biting on her lip, and I tilt my head, raising my eyebrows. “What’s it to be, babe?”

“I’m very tempted to stay up here, but…”

“You’re hungry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Don’t apologize.” I kiss her forehead, then her nose and then her lips before I slide off of the bed, getting to my feet. “Do we really need to get dressed, though?”

She blushes, sitting up on the edge of the mattress. “Would you mind if we did? It’s just that I think I’d feel more comfortable wearing clothes if we’re going downstairs. If your brother came knocking on the door, I’d…”

I take her hands, pulling her to her feet, the towel loosening and falling around her ankles, so I can put my hands on her ass and pull her closer.

“If that’s what you want, then I’m fine with it. Besides, I kinda like the idea that I’m the only man who’s seen you like this.” I kiss her, nibbling at her bottom lip, which makes her moan. “I wanna keep it that way, too.”

“Hmm… so do I.”

I step back, looking down at our clothes in a pile on the floor. “I’m gonna go find some shorts.”

“Okay.” She bends down, picking up our clothes, giving me a view of perfection, and I pat her ass, making her squeal.

“Biting your lip isn’t the only thing that could delay you getting fed, you know?”

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