Page 51 of Made For Me

“I should get off you, then.” I say the words but nothing in me even makes an attempt to get up.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I haven’t touched you in three days.” He kisses my jaw. “So you stay here.”

“I can’t really think when I have your hands on me.” I’ve never been this honest before, usually I just skate around the subject, but with him, it’s a whole different ball game. I don’t even know if I’m in the game. “What is this?”

“You are going to have to be a little bit more detailed than that.” He laughs and I sit up, my hands falling to his chest. I feel his heart beating under my right hand, and it’s beating as fast as my heart is.

“Like, this me-and-you thing.” When the words come out of me, I want to take them back. “God, that sounds so needy.” I try to make a joke out of it. “Obviously, it’s not anything. We’ve been on like two dates. I mean, technically, I don’t think we’ve been on any dates.”

“We’ve been on more than two dates,” he says, his hands moving to my legs as he rubs them up and down. “It’s been over six years, surely it’s more than two.”

I roll my eyes. “Those didn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, so let’s go on dates,” he says without skipping a beat.

“Just like that?” I ask him and he smiles.

“Just like that,” he repeats like it’s not a big deal. He sits up a bit to kiss me. “It’s that easy.”

“It’s really not that easy,” I reply softly and he leans in and kisses my neck.

“Why can’t it be that easy?” he asks, right before he nips my neck and I move my neck to give him better access.

“Because it’s,” I start to say but he moves up to my ear, sucking in the lobe and my head falls forward.

“I like you,” he whispers in my ear, “a lot.” His hands move up my legs to my hips. “You make me laugh.” His nose lightly rubs my cheek right before he kisses me. “You make me crazy.” I laugh at that one. “We like the same things.” I don’t even know what to say to that. “I especially like having sex with you.”

I laugh at that one. “I like that also,” I agree as his hand goes under my shirt, where he finds me without a bra.

“Is that what you had to talk to me about?” he asks as his fingers roll my nipples at the same time. “Us dating?”

“Yes.” I arch my back and he bends to take my nipple into his mouth through the shirt. The wet cotton sticking to my nipple.

“I would like to also say,” he says, moving to my other nipple as he wets it also, “when I’m gone for more than a day, you wear a dress.” His hips thrust up. “So I can slide into you easily.”

I smirk at him. “Duly noted,” I say and here in the middle of my living room, we decide we are officially dating.

CHAPTER30

Chase

I slam the door behind me when the phone rings in my hand. I look down and see it’s Julia. “Hey there, beautiful,” I answer and she laughs.

“Did you just send me flowers?” She laughs into the phone and just the sound of her laughing makes me smile.

“Who else would be sending you flowers?” I ask her and she laughs even harder.

“Sorry, scratch that, did you just send me the biggest flower arrangement I’ve ever had?” I can hear her sniffing. “I tried to count how many roses this is.”

“It’s five dozen,” I answer her and she gasps.

“One for every orgasm you gave me,” I joke and she howls in laughter.

“Don’t expect me to send you any flowers, then,” she says, and it’s my turn to laugh.

“Where are you?” I ask her, knowing she was going to call the lawyer to set up a meeting.

“Well, I’m unemployed, so I’m home,” she replies, and even though her voice is light, I can tell there is a sadness there.

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