Page 5 of Like It's 1999

“‘You mean sleep over? Okay, but I get to be on top!’” I say, waggling my eyebrows.

She snorts. “QuotingBigat me is not gonna change my mind.”

Mustering every bit of self-control I’ve got, I slap her lightly on the hip. “Let’s brush our teeth, and if you still want in after that”—I point at my lap—“I’m up for a celebration.”

She extricates herself from me and the couch with deliberation, and this time around, her legs are steady when she stands. After a long pause, she taps my shoulder and whispers, “Race you.”

ALICE

“Just so you know, this can never happen again,” I say as I pull Steve into the bedroom.

“Agreed.” Steve caresses my lower lip with his and skims his fingertips under my sweater. His featherlight touch along my waist promises good things to come.

So I shut the door, switch off the rude overhead light—leaving the room in the soft glow of a much more flattering lamplight—whip off my sweater, kick off my boots and socks, shuck my jeans, whip the bedcovers down, and hop into bed. “Get in here before I freeze my ass off.”

“‘As you wish.’”

“Hmmm,” I hum as I enjoy my own private strip show, which reveals a lean, muscular body covered by smooth, tanned skin. “Come to think of it, you do have a bit of Westley in you. If Westley used hair products.”

He musses his hair, flexing very nice pecs in the process. “Westley totally used product. No one’s hair is that perfect.”

“Should I call you farm boy instead of Hot Steve?”

He slides into bed next to me and traces a finger across the top of my bra. “If I can call you Buttercup.”

Snorting at his suggestion that I look anything like the tall, blond actress inThe Princess Bride, I roll on top of him. “You can polish my saddle in the morning, but right now, you’ve got to warm me up.”

My wishishis command.

His clever fingers are suddenly everywhere at once. My bra and thong are gone before I know it, replaced by reverent palms on my butt and a hungry mouth on my boobs. “Farm boy… Steve…Dude… I hope you have a condom,” I breathe into his ear, so open for business I’m tempted to let him slide right in. “I’m on the pill, but…”

“‘Fortunately for everyone, I’m here and I’m thinking.’”

“Oooh, what’s that from, again?”

“Desperately Seeking Susan.”

“Mm. I’m desperately seeking something right now.”

He reaches toward the floor for his jeans and drops a string of shiny packets on the bedside table. “There when we need them.”

“How about right this minute?”

“Buttercup, I haven’t even gotten started with you.”

Kissing his way down my torso to my thighs, he scoops his hands under my butt and pulls me close to his very wicked mouth. So delightfully wicked that I don’t even care that my ears and nose and nipples are exposed to the cold. As he teases me to the edge over and over again, I give up whatever control I thought I had here. One hand tangled in his hair, the other pressed against my own mouth, I’m nowhere near in charge when I let go and wave after wave crashes over me.

Before I can catch my breath, he flips me over again, the crinkle of a wrapper signals the action to come, and he positions my hips with confident hands. Bracing myself on one elbow, I reach the other hand back to guide him in. It’s a tight fit. I circle my hips and press back, the pressure and the stretch an exquisite balance of pleasure and pain. When his thighs hit my butt, he’s further inside me than anyone’s ever been. “Wow. You ever think about shooting a porn film, Hot Steve?”

He laughs softly as he covers my back with his chest and begins a slow slide in and out, while I clench and release around him. I could do this all night. Every nerve ending is dancing with pleasure, but I’m greedy and impatient. So I whisper, “‘I feel the need’…”

Man, he gets me, because he finishes theTop Gunquote right along with me. “‘The need for speed.’”

And we all lived happily ever after.

Until a few hours later.

When I realize that I just had the best sex of my life. Multiple times. Which really sucks.

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