Page 43 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“You’d better hurry, then. I’m fading fast. It’s been a long day for me.”
“I will.” She watched him walk across her yard into his. “Keep it unlocked!”
He gave a thumb’s up, and she closed the door, shivering. Even the cats didn’t want to be near the cold air. She scooped up Gray Cat. “It’s freezing out there, isn’t it? You poor, silly, domesticated feline.” The cat squirmed to be free and jumped down from her arms, bolting into the other room. Turning on a little lamp, Lillian retreated into her room. The shower was going in Andrew’s bathroom, and she heard him let out a huge yawn that echoed off the tile walls.
She washed her face and bundled up in a warm bathrobe. As soon as she heard Andrew shut off the shower, she called out, “Andrew, I’m heading out to Cayden’s.”
“Have, uh, fun.” He sighed loudly. “I’m hitting the hay. Don’t tell your boyfriend, but he’s going to kill me with these exercises.”
Cayden really wore him out, she laughed. Now it’s my turn to wear Cayden out. Sitting on the floor in front of her dresser, she opened her lingerie drawer and searched through it. “Where are you?” she asked a particular item, trying to feel for it in the back where the light didn’t reach.
At last the tip of it touched her fingers, and she gently pulled it out. “Oh yeah,” she grinned, holding the silky nightgown in front of her and looking in the mirror. It barely went down to the bottom of her butt and was low-cut enough that Cayden wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. “You look good.”
Nervously, she slipped it on and ran her hands down her body. Dang, I forgot how good this feels. I should wear this more often. Opening her door just a little, she listened for Andrew’s snoring. By the sound of it, he was knocked out.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this. She ran through the house, pausing by the back door. Coat or no coat? Cayden’s sweatshirt? Quickly, she decided to wear nothing besides this gown. I’ll just hop into his bed really quick. If he’s in there, he’ll be lucky, and if not, he’ll get a surprise. Win-win situation.
Bracing herself for the cold, she darted into the night and practically flew across her yard. In an instant she was inside Cayden’s house, which felt like a sauna compared to outside. She didn’t hear anything. Locking the door behind her, she tiptoed into his room.
He was lying in bed, typing something on his phone with a scowl on his face. She poked half her head around the doorway, concealing the rest of her body. Seeing her out of the corner of his eye, he put the phone down.
“Have you snuck out again?” he asked.
She nodded, still so cold she was giggling.
“You know you’re not supposed to, right?”
Her feet felt like ice blocks, but she was so nervous she couldn’t reveal herself.
“I happen to like rebels,” Cayden said in a low growl. “Come be rebellious with me.”
Summoning the nerve, she jumped onto his bed and sat on top of him. His eyes widened so they were nearly popping out of his head. “Whoa! Hey there, sexy-thang!” he exclaimed, immediately putting his hands on her waist. His fingers trailed down to the lace hem. “How long have you had this?”
“A while,” she said, winking. “I just thought about it tonight.”
“I’m definitely glad you remembered it.” He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her down on top of him. “Geez, Lil, you’re freezing.”
“It’s cold out there.”
“You ran over here, no coat?” He whistled. “Get under here with me.” He threw back the covers and she laid her body along his.
Suddenly she froze. “Oh, damn.”
He grinned. “What is it?”
“Are you naked?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be naked?”
Feeling her body grow hot against his warm skin, she straddled him and put her hands on his chest. Cayden felt her upper thighs and finally dared to feel under the hem. “Just checking it was for me.”
“Are these new?” he asked, rubbing her lace panties between his fingers.
“Maybe.”
“I like them.” He played with the lace a little more. “But I want them off.”
“So, take them off,” she dared.
