Page 55 of Like You Want It
So he took it.
Almost.
My body flushes with chills.
That was fucking amazing.
I finish up, then wash my hands, all the while giving myself a cheeky grin in the mirror. My hair already looked ridiculous after I took out the pins and unwound my braid from the faux hawk earlier. His hands twisting and pulling didn’t help the situation. So I pull it up into a topknot.
I throw on a big shirt and pair of track shorts and head back, where I find Fin in his boxers, guzzling down a glass of water in the kitchen.
His eyes rake me up and down as he continues to drink. Then he sets his cup on the counter and lets out a breath of air.
I cross my arms and rest my butt against my couch.
I’ve never had a one-night stand before. The only people I’ve had sex with are the ones I’ve dated. There was a guy named Roger in high school before Theo. Theo and I dated for almost a year and lived together for a while. And then there were a handful of dates and guys who lasted a few months here and there.
Anytime things got physical, there was a pretty clear set of boundaries. A routine. You have sex or fool around, then go to sleep. Together. So now, I’m not really sure what to do with myself.
There’s no protocol.
Fin isn’t letting us have a protocol. He’s just standing there, watching me with heated eyes. And we haven’t even had sex yet! That’s what totally kills me. Because I want it. So bad. Like lets go crawl into bed and do a bunch of dirty stuff.
But he’s just watching me, and if I didn’t know better I’d say he’s looking a little frustrated with the way his brow is…
“Carly,” he says, his tone curt. “Cut off the internal dialogue.”
My mouth drops open. “Okay, that was rude,” I exclaim. “Besides, you don’t even know what I was…”
“Yes I do. You’re standing there wondering what you’re supposed to do with yourself.” He shakes his head. “Quit it. You’re fucking gorgeous and I’m ready to head into your room and get down with round two if you’re still up for it.”
My eyes widen but I smile. “Yeah,” I reply. “I amsodown.”
I turn and lead the way into my room, glancing around again to make sure everything is pretty clean.
Fin comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me back against his chest. His lips press against my neck and I feel him begin to harden against my ass.
“Can you really come again?” I ask, rubbing against him, feeling my body start to light up.
He reaches under my shirt and takes my breasts in his hands. I let out a whimper when he pinches my nipples, my core throbbing with a shocking need for him to be inside me.
“With you? I could come again,” he says, his voice low and husky. “But it would be much more fun to see if I could get you to come just from touching you like this.”
I let out a cry, his words twisting something delicious in my core. And he just keeps touch them, flicking, pinching, rubbing.
I can hardly stand it.
“As much as I would love to actually start round two,” he mumbles, not letting go of my aching nipples, pressing harder into me so I can barely move. “I need to go home. Susie and I have to leave in the morning to go to our parents’ place in San Diego.”
I tilt my neck to open myself to him, hoping he’ll suck on that sweet spot just below my ear. “You can just stay here and we can keep doing this. God, it feelsso good.Please stay.”
His hands leave my body in a rush and he steps away, leaving me confused and horny. “I can’t do that.”
It takes me a second to catch my bearings and actually give a response. “Why not?”
He sighs, and then clears his throat as he stares at the wall.
It’s sobering.
