Page 111 of Fostering Chemistry
“God, yes,” he groaned, his hips pushing into my touch. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, I continued, varying my pressure and speed, watching his face for reactions. When I rubbed my thumb over the tip, spreading the moisture I found there, his eyes closed and his head fell back.
“Does that feel good?” I wanted to make sure even though he sounded like he was enjoying it.
“It’s perfect,” he assured me, his voice strained. “You’reperfect.”
His breathing grew more ragged as I continued, and I felt a surge of confidence knowing I was making him feel good. Then his hand covered mine, guiding me to the rhythm he needed.
“Mia,” he warned, “I’m close.”
I increased my pace, and moments later he tensed, a low groan escaping him as he came. I stroked him through it, fascinated by the way his body responded to my touch.
Afterward, he pulled me close, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, his breathing still loud and harsh. “That was amazing,” he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against mine.
I nestled against him, feeling strangely powerful and vulnerable all at once. “It was,” I agreed softly.
We lay together in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually slowing. He pulled the blanket over us both, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Still with me?” he murmured in the darkness.
I smiled against his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
We had the whole rest of the night. It seemed like a shame to waste it on sleep, but I felt it come. I felt utterly safe in his arms, more content than I could remember being in a long time.
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect beginning to the start of this week with such amazing men.
32
MIA
Wakingup next to Aaron was a heady experience. I’d never spent a whole night sleeping next to a man. Especially not one I liked so much. He was an unusual combination of sexy and considerate. We shared a very thorough good-morning kiss, but then he was very careful to look the other way when I pulled on a robe and padded to the bathroom.
He even seemed to know that I’d feel a little awkward facing Diego and Cody after that, so he kept us on a tight schedule. We spent the morning working on our individual work in a gorgeous library he drove us to. It wasn’t very crowded, being the day before Thanksgiving, and we all had room to spread out. Then it was lunch at a coffee shop, fortunately one where I didn’t have to serve anything. Then Aaron turned the floor over to me, and I conducted the first official Team Mia meeting for my video presentation. That took up so much of my focus that I forgot to be nervous.
At least until late that evening when it was time to join Cody in his room.
He was wearing black boxer briefs and leaning against the headboard. His headphones were on, and he tapped on a tablet while I lay at his side, reading from my phone. Tonight, I had on another new outfit. This one was also a two-piece, but there were no shorts involved.
The main piece was like a slip dress, or a chemise. The satiny material was teal, and it made my skin look pale, but not in a bad way, as far as I could tell. There was a matching robe that I’d shyly discarded before climbing into bed. Beneath the nightie were matching panties that were barely more than a small triangle in front, a slightly larger one in back, and straps on the sides.
I was facing Cody, my head on the pillow, my phone propped up in front of me. But I kept looking at him rather than the screen.
He was just so damn gorgeous. Sometimes I forgot that because it could be a little hard to know how to deal with him. What to say and what to do. But at other times, when I just stopped and looked at him, I was taken aback by how damn handsome he was.
It was impossible to forget now that he had his shirt off, with only the boxers and a sheet covering his lower half. His skin looked so warm and smooth as it showcased his muscles. Not bulky, oversized ones. Just muscles that spoke of strength and grace, if that was the right word.
Too late, I realized that he’d gone still. No nodding his head along to the music. No fingers moving as if playing an instrument.
Hastily, I lifted my gaze to his face. Those pale blue eyes were staring straight at me.
I flushed, mortified at having been caught checking him out. Except… he didn’t appear to have noticed.
“Cody?”
His gaze sharpened, and I realized it had been unfocused a moment ago. Thank god. He removed his headphones, setting them down, and I didn’t hear any faint music echoing from them.
Which was a first.
