Page 42 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
“I’m not, or at least not intentionally. I know this is different,” Henley says with a shy smile.
“It is different,” I reassure her. “I can’t erase that relationship, but I sure as shit can show you exactly how you deserve to be treated.”
She nods. “I think I might like that.”
I stand from the table to discard all our trash, and Henley helps me.
“I really don’t want to end this date yet. Want to come back to my house and watch a movie or something?” I ask her.
“Absolutely,” she says as I grab her hand and lead her out of the building.
If someone asked me to describe the movie currently playing in my living room, I wouldn’t be able to tell them a single detail.
I could, however, tell you all about how Henley’s hair smells like coconut but her skin smells like vanilla. I could go into great detail about how the curve of her body and our small height difference mean we fit together perfectly. Her head rests against my shoulder while my hand sits on top of her thigh. The volume on the TV is low, the glow of the screen spilling soft light over her face. My eyes have spent more time on her than the movie.
“What?” she whispers, catching me staring.
I shake my head slowly. “Nothing. You’re just really fucking beautiful.”
Even though there isn’t much light in here, I can see the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.
“Theo?” she asks, her voice so quiet, I almost miss it.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.” This time, she’s not so quiet, making her demand with confidence.
I lean in just enough for her to meet me halfway. The kiss starts slow, careful, like we’re testing each other. We’ve kissed before, but there’s no one around to see us this time, and we aren’t hyped up from playing charades with my friends.
Everything tonight is just for us.
Her lips move against mine before she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, and I groan at the sting. I’m trying to keep calm, taking my time to trace every bit of her mouth with my own.
Then, her fingers curl into my shirt as she leans back, pulling me on top of her. I forget about calm, moving between her legswith my hips pinning her down. My tongue trails a path down her jaw and neck as I memorize every sound she’s making while I grind against her. I’ve never been so close to blowing my load in my pants before, especially when her hips start to move with me.
The movie’s still playing, but now, it’s just background noise.
When I pull back, we’re both panting. Henley’s eyes are hooded as she tries to drag my mouth back to hers, but I shake my head.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her.
The smirk that pulls at her lips is sexy as fuck. “Where, Baseball Boy?”
I lean down, nipping at her skin until my lips hover over her ear. “Let me eat that pretty pussy until you scream.”
She makes a quiet gasp, surprised by my words. I’ve read at least one romance book a month for years now. It might be fiction, and the stories might have unrealistic plot lines or over-the-top moments, but I’ve still learned a thing or two.
My teeth scrape along her neck, causing her to shiver against me.
“Oh. Okay, sure.” She’s doing her best to sound unaffected, but I’m not having it.
I want her so lost in the way I touch her, she has no choice but to let go and let me take over.
“I need the words, Henley. Tell me I can use my mouth on you,” I say before I kiss her again.
When we break apart, she’s nodding. “You can use your mouth on me, Theo. Please, touch me.”
I can’t hide the cocky grin on my face as I push back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. “Oh, I’m going to like hearing you beg. Makes me feel like you’re as desperate for me as I am for you.”
