Page 28 of Just a Little Crush
“Shhh, I’m teasing you.” Rennie presses a kiss to my forehead.What is it with this man and these chaste kisses?“You stay right here. I’ll be back with breakfast.”
From through the house, I hear him turn on the radio and start singing away to himself. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Rennie sing before and I don’t know why, he has a beautiful voice.
He returns with a tray, still only wearing his snug boxers. I can’t look at him, but I can’t look away, so I just sit there unable to speak, blood thumping through my veins.
“Scoot up,” he says, and I follow his orders so he can set the tray on my lap. “Tea, toast, bit of fruit to get you going for the day.”
While I nibble on toast, perfectly buttered, good man, I watch Rennie pull on a fresh t-shirt and trousers. I’m quite pleased to see several pairs hanging in his wardrobe, just as I suspected. He slips on a hoodie, adjusting the strings and... wait, where is he going?
“I have to run Mary to a doctor’s appointment this morning,” he says, reading my mind. “I have self-defence class at 6, then I’m on a late shift. I’ll need to sleep a bit this afternoon, but can we hang out between then?”He’s going to leave me here? In his bed?
“Mmm-hmm.” I nod and stare into my tea. This cannot be real. Rennie and I are making plans for our day like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Him doing all the things he did to me last night is one thing, one thing that admittedly I am still not quite processing, but he and I playing house is another entirely. What is he doing? What arewedoing? My head is spinning.
“OK, spill it,” he says.
“What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.” He perches next to me on the edge of the bed, the length of his thigh pressed against mine. Once again, I find myself hating this stupid duvet that’s always seems to be between us.
“I was just thinking about last night, and how you said…”Oh god, this is horrible.“You’d said you’d waited a long time for this.”
“I did.”
“Did you mean it? I mean, it’s OK if you didn’t. We all say things in the heat of the moment.”
“What makes you think I didn’t mean it?” he smiles and does that dreamy thing with his eyebrow again.
“Oh. Um. Well, I suppose I had no idea you felt that way.”
“I guess you’re not the only one good at keeping parts of themselves hidden.”
And here was me thinking I knew this man. “Why have you never said anything?”
He lets out a long, slow breath. “I really respect you, Bec.”
“You didn’t seem all that respectful last night,” I blurt out and Rennie’s face crumples. His face crumples, and I know I’ve said the wrong thing. “I mean. You were respectfully disrespectful. In a good way.”
He sinks his head into his hands and rubs at the back of his neck. Well done Bec, consider the bubble well and truly burst.
“OK, I’m going to stop talking. Thank you for last night, I’m going to go back to my room. Your room. The spare room.”Seriously Bec, stop talking.
I set the tea down and try to get up, but Rennie stops me. With his hand splayed across my shoulder, he presses me into the pillows at my back.
“You are not to leave this bed until I get home, and then if you need any more help managing your orgasm addiction, I’m the man for the job.” My eyes widen and my good hand flies to my mouth.
“Did you just squeak?” he asks and I nod, because that’s the only way to describe the noise that came out of my mouth just then. His words turn me into such a mess. “That’s fucking cute.”
“So you would... you want to do this again?” My voice is small and hidden behind where I nibble my thumb. Rennie pulls it from my mouth and laughs. I’m confused. “What’s so funny?”
His own thumb sweeps painfully slowly across my lips. “You have no idea how many things I want to do to you.”
My gasp fills the space between us. “To me?”
“Do you see anyone else around here?” he says. I open my mouth, take the tip of his thumb between my teeth, and shake my head. His eyes flare and I can’t help but close my mouth around him, darting my tongue out for the tiniest taste. A groan rumbles from his chest and sends a shock of heat through me. “So many things, Bec. To you. With you. On you. Underneath you.” He peppers each statement with a kiss on my shoulder. I let go of his thumb as my head falls back against the pillow, desire rolling up my spine.
“You can’t say things like that to me.”
“Why not?”
