Page 65 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
“I’m spending the day with my grandmother, and I promised Joni I’d see a movie with him later on.” A promise I made Joni two weeks ago when he started teaching me Finnish.
Kyle grunts. “You know he’s trying to get into your pants, right?”
I feel my eyebrows jump up my forehead. “You mean like you?” The only difference is Kyle’s been there. Joni hasn’t and won’t be.
“That’s not how it is, Soph.”
Close enough. “Hey, don’t worry about it. It is what it is.” Too bad a part of me wishes it isn’t ‘what it is.’ Too bad what I’m beginning to feel for him has nothing to do with the benefits.
Once we’re off the ferry, we say goodbye to everyone and head to Kyle’s car. He drives me home but is quiet the entire way. It’s a comfortable silence, so I don’t make small talk or play our True or False game. He parks the car in the empty part of the parking lot, away from the main entrance.
My body instantly wishes I had gone back to his apartment for a while. It doesn’t care about my certification exam. It only wants to feel Kyle’s hands on it. It only wants to feel him in me.
Which is why I practically attack him when I kiss him goodbye. He returns my kisses with the same hunger burning in me. If the steering wheel wasn’t in the way, I’d climb onto his lap and straddle him to get even closer.
I moan and my body begs me to take him right here. Only then does an irritating voice in the back of my head point out I need to stop kissing him before it’s too late.
Reluctantly, I pull away. “I had fun today. Thanks.” This time I give his cheek a light kiss. Before I can ravish him again, I escape the car and practically run to the building.
Muumu is watching TV when I enter the apartment. She asks me how my day was. She already knew where I spent it and who I spent it with. I don’t mention Joni, but I don’t need to. He’s in some of the photos I took today.
She peers into the LCD viewfinder and sees him in the picture taken in front of a rusty old canon. He’s not alone. He’s with the twins. If Muumu recognizes the girls, she doesn’t give any indication.
She does, though, smile at the pictures of me and Kyle that Maija took. “Komea.” Handsome.
I nod. “Muy komea.”
After I finish showing them to her, I grab my textbook and notes, and go onto the balcony. Shouts and laughter from the playground below greet me, but since I can’t understand what the kids are saying, it all becomes white noise while I study.
By the time my brain decides it’s had enough studying and calls a revolt, I’ve been working for four hours. It’s still light out, but not enough to study by. Muumu has already gone to bed. I turn on the TV and flip through the channels until I find a show that looks interesting.
A few minutes later I realize it’s not what I thought it was. It’s soft porn. I’ve never watched porn of any sort before, but this one is mesmerizing. It wasn’t created to get men off. It was written for females.
My phone pings and I read the text from Kyle.What are you doing?
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I contemplate what to tell him.Watching soft porn.
Seconds pass then my phone plays music. Kyle. Chuckling to myself, I answer it. What guy can resist porn, even if he isn’t here to watch it?
“Was that autocorrect playing with my mind,” he asks.
“Nope. I really am watching soft porn.” The girl who is supposed to be a young fairy godmother moans in agreement as Prince Charming goes down on her. Not quite how I remember the fairy tale.
Her erotic sounds make the girlie part between my legs sit up and take notice. Instead of changing the channel, I say, “I wish I were with you.” Except it comes out all breathy.
Several seconds tick by before Kyle says, “Me too.”
More seconds and more moans from the fairy godmother. His previous jokes about having phone sex with me sneak into my memory.
“If…” My mouth suddenly feels dry and the word comes out as a croak. I swallow hard. This shouldn’t be so tough. “If I were with you, where would you touch me?”
I can’t believe I said that.
“Is this you saying you want to have phone sex with me, Sofia?” he asks, the level of huskiness in his voice making me weak all over.
“Yes,” I squeak. Inwardly I groan. How am I going to do this if I can barely say a word?
I turn off the TV and move from the couch to the bed. With my lip trapped between my teeth, I close my eyes and imagine it’s Kyle’s fingers stroking the bare skin on my stomach.
