Page 18 of Another Round
I’d kill a man for keeping me from enjoying the ecstasy radiating in her from my agreement. As usual, she practically runs to the narrow access and I definitely have to run to catch up. I allow her to ascend the first three rungs before I scramble behind her. Sheathing her small body to mine to keep her from falling if she loses her grip. Our ascension is quick which is a blessing since I can’t think straight with her captured between my arms. Fighting against the overwhelming need to touch her more.
Adorable when she turns around after stepping onto the concrete and offers me her hand. Unwilling to offend her by declining her unnecessary assistance, I accept and squeeze her fingers in appreciation. But let go as soon as I’m up. Much to her dismay if the faltering grin is any indication.
Picking a spot in the middle, she billows the bedspread across the surprisingly dry and clean surface and kneels down to smooth the wrinkles. I sit beside her. Spreading my legs in front of me and crossing my feet at the ankles. Attempting to keep a virtual barrier between us as she crawls closer to me once she finishes her efforts.
She lays back on the cover. Silky hair splayed around her. Longer than when she first arrived since she hasn’t found a salon yet that she likes. Fucking crazy that I know this kind of personal girly stuff, but since she tells me everything, I know everything.
Except what she’s thinking right now. As she looks at me, rather than the dark expanse above us. Her soft gaze studies me, contemplative and inquisitive.
“Will you show me some more constellations?”
I have no choice. I have to lie down with her because how in the hell can I deny her request. As soon as my back hits the fabric, she scooches closer and curls onto her side. Friendly and innocent resting her head on my shoulder. Until she tucks her face into my neck.
Inhales my scent with a deep breath.
Fists my shirt with her small fingers.
Whispers my name with a needy murmur.
Hardens my cock with no effort at all.
Fuck.
“What are you doing?”
Barely able to get the words out, my voice rasps with the same desire that she conveys with her actions.
“I don’t know.”
Then we shouldn’t be doing this. Not if she’s as terrified as I am that we’ve gone too far. We can’t go back. We can’t undo what we’ve done.
Obvious she doesn’t agree. Not with her delicate hand cupping my face. I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t resist and look down at her. So fucking perfect staring back up with a longing that mimics my own. Jesus.
I’m so fucking weak. I push it. Pushherto see if she really wants this. Wants me. I roll over, pinning her underneath me. Raising up on my forearms to keep from crushing her. “You really are trouble.”
That accusation makes her grin. And caress her fingers over my short hair. And rise up to kiss me. Gentle and tentative and soft. Everything I’m not. But somehow I restrain myself and let her lead with tender brushes of her lips.
“I know.”
She pulls back, smiling up at me. My cheeks fill her dainty palms from me smiling back down at her. Behaving like the gentleman she deserves and expects and knows. Tamping down the beast roaring inside me from the proximity of my hungry dick nestled between her legs. From the heat engulfing me with her trapped beneath me with no escape. From every inch of her body molding to mine without hesitation or fear.
“You are too.”
That I am. And, it’s unfair to her. I remain motionless. My question answered that she’s not ready. She can’t handle me or what I want to do with her.
Lucky that our size difference keeps my rock-hard cock shoved against the concrete rather than her pussy. I dip down and kiss her cheek. Chaste and brief before I roll onto my back again. Ending what started between us in the kindest way possible.
Seemingly satisfied with my restrained demeanor, she sighs and snuggles into me. Preventing me from hurting her. Keeping me from setting things straight between us. Tonight anyway. Tomorrow we’ll both face the truth that we’re nothing more than friends and never will be anything else. Until then, I’ll do what we came up here to do and point out the shapes hiding in the sky. Just like I’m hiding who I am and how I really feel.
Last night was a huge mistake.
Today is even worse.
There’s no denying I am a complete and total bastard. After I swore I would tell her the truth, I make excuses and delay being honest with her. Lying to myself that I’ll talk to her after we work out, after we eat breakfast, after we load up the car for our impromptu trip. Now she’s joyfully chatting and laughing beside me, and I still haven’t said a damn word.
But she’s so excited, I refuse to ruin her experience of visiting a real working farm for the first time. Her slender leg jiggles up and down next to mine as we bump and knock together from every rut and hole that the wheels seem to find on our way to the fields. One hand clutches the basket while the other one rests on my thigh. For balance of course. Otherwise, she’ll topple over on this rickety wagon. That’s why I keep my arm wrapped around her shoulder too. Resting her against the wooden rail to keep her safe.
Once we stop, she hops up and scrambles off the edge. Jumping onto the dirt path without hesitation. Not waiting for me like she knows she should. Following instead the direction of the driver to start picking at the far end of the row and work your way back to the trail.
