Page 19 of To Tell the Truth
He pulled away a bit to look down at her, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I don't want to be presumptuous or invite myself into your bedroom, but would you like to take this into your bedroom?"
Um, yes. Very much yes.
"I would like that."
Samantha stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his spot on her couch. Yeah, she was really going to do this and she had no qualms about it. She was an adult who knew what she wanted and what she wanted right now was Fletcher.
The lights from the city filtered through her bedroom and her bed that she had made this morning for some reason. She took a quick check of her room to make sure there wasn't anything embarrassing lying around and found it was the perfect bedroom to invite Fletcher into.
The very manly Fletcher who was peppering her neck with kisses that felt so good, but she wanted more. Samantha turned around in his arms and put her lips on his again. He was just as delicious as before and better than any cakes or frostings she could imagine.
His hand found bare skin under her shirt, reaching that sensitive spot above the waistband of her leggings and gently dipping to outline the top edge of her lace underwear. Samantha moaned as the corners of his mouth turned up against her lips. He liked finding the ways he could tease her and repeat it over and over again.
"Your skin is so warm," he said as he peppered her neck with kisses. "So very warm."
He gently guided her backward until her legs hit her bed and then softly laid her down, his athletic arms not even straining from her weight as he lowered her onto the mattress.
"Move higher," he told her in a gravely voice that made her feel very hot and bothered
Samantha did what she was told, pushing herself higher on her bed to make room for Fletcher. She laid down on her pillows, propped her head up enough to see him quickly unbutton his shirt to expose his muscular athletic body underneath before he crawled up towards her on her bed.
If she could tell her high school self that she would one day be staring at a topless Fletcher Keris in her bed, her younger self would never believe her. Never. She adult self could hardly believe it. But the way Fletcher slowly lowered his body on to her, pressing her gently into her mattress, his hardness against her thin leggings. Yeah, she could definitely believe it in this moment.
He was kissing her again as his hand wandered to her breast and moaned in pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked her.
"So much."
"You want more?"
She could only pull him down to kiss him hard in response. Yeah, she wanted more. So much more. Samantha wanted all of this and she deserved it. She had spent years trying to find the right man, and it turned out he was from her hometown and was good at listening to her directions. Maybe tutoring Fletcher all those years ago would give her some extra insight into how to handle him now.
"Would you like to try to get your pants off?" she asked.
She always started her questions with "Would you like to..." as a way to encourage him to try those math problems himself so Fletcher could see that he could do them himself. She didn't mean to do it now, but she wasn't going to fight it.
And Fletcher seemed to get it too as he laughed against her skin. "Are you using your tutoring skills on me again?"
"I might be."
He pulled himself up and she could see the light from outside reflected in his eyes. "Tell me you want to tutor me some more."
Samantha propped herself up on her elbows so she could be closer to him. "Well, I want you to solve the problem you have right now, which is you're wearing too many clothes."
Fletcher gave her a wicked smile. "So are you."
Then he pushed himself up and unbuckled the belt on his pants before unzipping them and releasing that hard thickness that had been confined by the fabric. He seemed bigger than Samantha expected and she couldn't help but stare.
"Like what you see?"
She looked up to find Fletcher staring down at her in amusement. Yeah, she had been caught and she didn't care.
"Are you going to try and get my pants off too?" she asked.
That devilish smile was plastered on Fletcher's face now as he slipped his hand into the waist of her leggings and pulled them off along with her lace underwear. Samantha wasn't sure how exactly he was able to do it. She had trouble getting them off some nights herself. But he seemed to know exactly how to move against her.
He towered over her bed now, standing next to it as he fumbled around in the pocket of his pants for his wallet.
