“I seem to keep dirtying you up.” But my grin belied the apology in my voice.
“I’m not complaining.”
Her skin was flush, her muscles shaky, so I squirted some shampoo into the palm of my hand and turned her so I could lather her hair. I wanted to take care of her. When the suds were rinsed out of her hair, I did the same with the conditioner and then the soap.
By the time we got out, our skin was wrinkled.
My muscles were sore from the baseball game to the sex, but it was a good kind of sore. The way you felt after a particularly grueling yet satisfying workout.
Instead of handing her a towel, I dried her skin, kissing it as I went.
“You’re spoiling me.”
I paused. “You strike me as someone who could use a little spoiling.”
Her eyes darkened and then softened as I wrapped the towel around her.
“You have anything in the cupboards for a snack?” I asked as I dried myself quicker than I had her.
“How can you be hungry after eating that pizza?”
I wrapped the towel around my waist and kissed her. “We worked up an appetite, and I want to treat you. Didn’t your other boyfriends take care of you?”
“Not any of the men I’ve dated,” she murmured as she moved into her bedroom and pulled open a drawer to sift through her lace panties.
“Then you’ve been dating the wrong ones.” I kissed her shoulder as she picked up a yellow thong. I palmed her ass under the towel. “As hot as those are, I’d like you bare. Easy access.”
She shook her head. “You’re bad.”
“You like it,” I said as she turned and kissed me this time. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I wondered if she could see how amazing we were together.
She loosened her hold on me and eased away. She pulled an oversize T-shirt over her head, and I pulled on the shorts I’d worn to the game. If I was going to be spending more time here, I’d need to bring more clothes over.
“Why don’t you get into bed, and I’ll grab some snacks and drinks.”
“That sounds great,” Kylie said as she climbed onto the bed we hadn’t touched yet. I had plans for her.
I gathered food from the pantry, crackers and hummus, strawberries and chocolate, and water. When we’d set up our little picnic, she turned on the TV.
We ate while we talked and laughed over a favorite sitcom we’d both watched and enjoyed. It was easy and fun, and when the food was gone, I put the empty containers on the nightstand. I leaned against the pillows and put my arm around Kylie. She curled into my body, and I couldn’t think of a better date.
This thing with her felt right. No matter what her brothers might think, no one could tell me that Kylie wasn’t the best thing that had ever happened to me.
After a few more episodes, I turned off the TV. She turned her face toward me, and it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss her. Her lips parted, and my tongue moved into her mouth, exploring her.
When her lips were swollen, I moved down her body, kissing as I went, until my shoulders were between her legs.
“I’ve never had so many orgasms before.”
“Get used to it,” I said with a challenge in my voice as I licked her from entrance to clit. Then I doubled my efforts, using my fingers, tongue, and teeth to drive her up and over again. With her muscles still trembling from the aftershocks, I slid inside her.
We’d fucked so many times tonight that she had to be sore. This time, I held her close. I wanted to be inside her twenty-four seven. Not being near her wasn’t an option anymore. She’d burrowed under my skin, and there was no getting her out.
I lowered my body over hers so that I was only able to move with slow thrusts inside her. But it was close and intimate, and nothing had ever felt better.
I interlaced my fingers with hers on either side of her head and kissed her, wanting to ride this edge forever. When I felt her first spasm, my orgasm rolled through me like a wave. I felt so close to her in that moment, and I wanted nothing more than to share my feelings with her, but it was too soon.
I eased to her side and held her close. I fell asleep like that, not even bothering to clean up.