Page 89 of More Than Chemical
“Of course.” When it came to school, taking detailed notes was the one thing I was good at.
“Could we go grab them and make copies in my room on my printer?”
His room?Yes, please.“Sure.”
We grabbed my chemistry binder first and then we trekked to his floor. He stood over his printer, and I sat on the futon. I could watch him all day and never get bored. He had jeans on with a long-sleeve T-shirt. His ass filled out his pockets perfectly, and his shoulders had just the right amount of definition. The cute dimple at the corner of his mouth sucked in as he gave his full concentration to the task at hand.
It was funny how this worked. How much I wanted to have sex with him right this second. I needed to do something about it. Make my intentions known. Maybe I should drape my naked body across his couch—that might give him a hint.
The copier made scanning noises as he turned to me. “So are you ready for the test?”
My face heated. Good thing he couldn’t read minds, because mine had been on his groin rather than his brain. “I studied over the weekend, and Jay got his hands on some old tests, so I think I’m in pretty good shape. Are you?”
“I think so.”
“So you’ve been studying?”
“Nah.”
Seriously? So this was what it meant to be on the dean’s list. He never had to study, because he already knew how to solve all the problems.
Sigh.
I wished I were that smart.
He finished up and gave me back my binder. “I need to go down and get a load of laundry. You want to come?”
“Sure thing. On the washer or the dryer?”
He narrowed his eyes and then opened them wide.
“Yes, thank you very much, I would like to come, soft and wet, please.” I tried to stop myself from giggling.
That deep grin of his appeared on his face, the kind that made me want to jump into his lap.
He started toward me, but then stopped. “Hold it—give me a couple minutes to get my laundry and I’ll be right back.”
I sat back on his futon while he headed for the door, but then over his shoulder, he said, “There’s beer in the refrigerator if you want one.”
Beer. Definitely not what I wanted right now. I wantedhim.
I took off my clothes, left them in a pile on the ground, and slipped into his bed. The smell of him surrounded me, and I lay there, breathing him in.
I’d been worried about us, but now I thought we were fine. And we’d be even better after some time alone together.
He came back with his basket, saw me in the bed, and dropped it in his closet. With every step he took toward me, he lost an article of clothing until there was nothing left on his body and he was naked. He crawled in, and I wrapped myself around him, his skin hot against mine.
We lay like that for a while. Doing nothing but listening to each other breathe, feeling the thudding of our hearts against each other. He picked up my hand and caressed my fingers, tracing every line, rubbing every crevice. He put one of my fingers in his mouth and sucked on it. I was getting as gooey as a roasted marshmallow.
He brushed innocent kisses against my temples, and I buried my head in his neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
A rainbow lit up my heart. “Me too,” I whispered back.
I’d never felt like this before. So attached to a person that pieces of me were melding with pieces of him. I wouldn’t think about the future, not even a little.
The next morning, after a mediocre night of sleep, I rolled out of Dallas’s bed and dressed. I didn’t like the chill after soaking in the heat of his body.
