Good Sensations (2 page)

With a slow blink of her eyes, she licks her lips. She fucking licks her lips, driving me wild. “You’re a tease.”

“It’s not teasing if I plan on following through.”

“So you have a plan?”

“Lots of them,” she says, her voice raspy as I rub against her, making her breaths come harder, building her desire.

“Nothing like when a plan comes together,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.

“Yep, nothing like coming together.” She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me by the back of the head down to kiss her. “Less talking and more coming.”

“You sound like me, bossy pants.”

“No pants on here.”

Lifting up, I scan down her naked body and then back up. “You’re right. Less talking and more coming.”

The emerald of her eyes draws me in, and it’s so easy to see why I fell in love with her—all her emotions lie there. I run my hand over her cheek and into her hair, admiring everything I’ve missed so much. Mallory’s tan has faded, her hair seems darker, and I suspect she has lost some weight. But the look in her eyes still sets my soul on fire every damn time.

She wiggles under me and with a shy smile, says, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I just missed you.” I lean down to kiss her quickly and reach for the condom to rip it open.

“Let me.” She takes the packet from my hand.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch her fingers carefully roll the condom over my hardened length. She glances up at me once, timidly, but then returns her focus downward. My erection twitches in response to her loving attention as she drags her finger along the underside, from base to tip.

She lies back and I lower myself down, pressing my hips against her heated center. I kiss her as she wraps her arms around my neck, then push into her, slow and careful.

She feels incredible, more than incredible. An overwhelming sensation drags me under when my hips meet hers. I stop even though all I want to do is go, but I give her time to adjust. In all honesty, I stop because I’ve lost my mind and control of my body. All I feel is her—beneath me, arms holding me, legs as they twist around my middle—Mallory consuming me.

I drop my head to the side, next to hers, and swear, “Fuck, I’m never gonna leave.”

“You’re never leaving my apartment?” Her whisper has an edge of a moan surrounding it.

She starts wriggling and I halt her movements, her reactions speeding up my own. I’ll fucking come instantly if I can’t get my mind in order, and she definitely deserves more than a one-minute reunion fuck. “I’m never leaving your pussy.” I pull back and push in again. Her eyes close and I can tell she’s right there with me.

“Mmmm, I missed you so much,” she says. “You feel so good.”

Bliss builds deep within, coiling inside. I lean forward, rubbing the base of my cock against where I know she needs it.

She sighs her pleasure and softly demands, “Yes, right there, Evan, don’t stop, just like that.”

“Oh, fuck!” I slam into her twice, causing her to squeeze me into oblivion, both of us giving into our orgasms.

When our bodies subside from the tremors, I roll off of her, and collapse onto the mattress. Dragging her against my side, I wipe away the stray strands of hair that are stuck to her face. I kiss her on the sweat-dampened forehead and stick the tip of my tongue out, touching it against her just enough taste her. I’m starting to feel like a psycho, but I need to taste her.

“Did you just lick my forehead?” she asks, quietly and skeptically.

“
Um, might’ve
.”

“Okay,” she says, treating me like what I just did is normal. I appreciate the lack of judgment.

After a few minutes of cuddling, we get up. I go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and take care of business before returning. Climbing back under the covers, I wait for her to come back to bed. She walks in, but detours to the bathroom. I notice how cold the bed feels without her.

She returns with a small smile, crawling back into bed, and right into my arms. “My memories don’t do you justice,” I say, “and yet in my memories, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Resting her head on my chest, her hand rubs my side. “Stop or you’re gonna make me cry again.”

“As long as they’re happy tears, cry away. I love you, Mallory.” I sound serious even to me.

“I don’t think it’s possible to ever love anyone as much as I love you.” Her head tilts and I can tell her gaze is on me. “I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

“It does quite the opposite.”

Her fingers tinker across my abs as she confesses, “This is…
we’re
more than I expected to find. Does that make any sense?” Her voice is soft like her skin.

We’re starting to talk in a roundabout way, touching on our true feelings, but not saying anything too direct. I’m just going to say what I really want to. “This may be too soon to admit, but being away from you this past month has confirmed what I was feeling back in Hawaii.”

“And what is that?”

“That one day you’re going to marry me. There’s just no other option for us.”

Her head lifts quickly, her beautiful eyes meeting mine as she sits up to face me. “Evan, do you really feel that way?”

“Yes.” My voice is not as strong as my feelings. “Did I say too much?” I hope I don’t scare her. “You just always seem to be on my mind—a factor in all my decisions.”

She gulps, her gaze roaming the features of my face. “This has happened so fast and been so crazy since we met. I thought we were being playful, even a little idealistic. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me.”

Looking at her sitting naked beside me, she’s so comfortable in herself and her surroundings— so comfortable with me as I stroke her cheek. Sliding my hands around her, I pull her onto my lap, leaving nothing between us. “I don’t feel pressured. I’m saying what I feel.”

I shift and my hand reaches up to find the comfort zone of my hair, but her hand catches mine and she brings it to her mouth to kiss my palm. Her eyes don’t leave mine as her tongue slips out to press a wetter kiss against my skin.

She’s mesmerizing and stunning, breathtaking. I think I momentarily stop breathing, but I’m not sure. My heart beats heavily waiting to hear what she says next.

“There will never be anyone else,” she states, firm and confident.

“No one, Mallory. You own my every thought, my heart, and my soul,” I respond without letting my own insecurities stand in the way of telling her everything I feel. The confession almost makes me want to drop down on bended knee or something. “Shit, this is intense. I might need a cigarette.”

“No cigarette will change what we feel. It’s intense because we’re admitting our deepest thoughts and fears, babe. This will make us stronger when we’re apart.”

“After this semester, nothing will ever come between us again. I promise you that,” I say, assured in every one of my words.

Her voice is low, a bit husky, and completely fucking sexy when she says, “You once told me you only believed in the
‘right now’
kind of girl.

Flipping her onto her back while holding my weight above her, I lightly tickle her ribs, and say, “I just hadn’t met the
right
girl yet.”

She’s giggling when she asks, “So you think you’ve found her, do you?”

I grin, knowing she’s fishing for more. After a sweet kiss to the forehead, I press my lips against her ear and whisper, “I don’t think. I
know
I have.”

She’s quiet in contemplation. I can tell by the creases formed between her eyebrows. They give her away every time. “How long can you stay?” Mallory asks, slipping out from under the covers and standing at the end of the bed. The low light in the room accentuates her soft curves and my body stirs in response.

Resting my arms behind my head, I keep my voice low like the moment seems to call for. “Tell me how you feel.”

She glances beside me and I know she’s looking at the clock. “I’m a little tired, but feel good.”

“About what I said. About marrying me one day.”

The bed dips where she sits and she pulls her robe onto her lap, keeping her bare back exposed to me. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she says, “I like what you said.”

“You like what I said,” I repeat, trying to figure out if that’s enough of an answer to tide me over. It’s not, so I sit up and move closer, kissing her back several times. “I meant it, Mallory. It’s been a month and I’ve been going crazy without you. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I do about you. This is real for me.”

She turns with an intensity in her eyes, and says, “You don’t seem to understand how easily you can destroy my heart and yet I’ve handed it over to you on a silver platter. I feel nuts sometimes, like I should protect myself, but I can’t because I love you too much, so don’t doubt my sincerity or my feelings for you.”

“It’s not too much if I feel the same for you. C’mere.” I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips, kissing it three times. “We’re young, but we’re not dumb. We know what we’re getting into. I want this with you. I want everything with you. I’m not talking about tomorrow. I’m talking about a commitment that I can make right now.”

Her hand settles on my cheek and a soft smile appears. “My sweet surfer. What a change a month makes.”

“It’s not the month that changed me. It’s the girl.” I turn and kiss her palm. “You make me want more than I feel I deserve.”

“You deserve everything your heart desires.”

“My heart only desires you.”

“Then I’m yours. All yours. Always.” She kisses my cheek then stands up, slipping the robe back on.

“Don’t bother getting dressed because I plan on having you naked until I leave on Sunday.”

“Three nights? Sounds like the perfect birthday present to me,” she says, walking into the bathroom all sassy and sexy.

“You’re perfect.” When she returns, she drops the robe carelessly to the floor and climbs back in, snuggling against me. “Are you hungry?”

A sly grin graces her lips. “I’m starved, but I want to stay in bed with you. We can order something or I can make you eggs, or cereal, or a sandwich? We haven’t stocked up on groceries.”

“Let’s order food and then I want the grand tour.”

“A tour of this apartment will take about thirty seconds.”

I maneuver on top of her, look her in the eyes, and smirk. “I meant of your body.”

She giggles and says, “You, sir, are a very naughty boy and I like it.”

“I’ve really missed you, baby.”

“I’ve missed you, hot stuff.”

I grab her, dragging her further down the mattress and flip the sheet over our heads. She squeals in delight and I get busy making her squeal in other ways.

An hour later, I’m sitting across from her at the table eating pizza. Her smile fades and she takes another bite. Worry invades her thoughts and those pesky lines reappear. “I’m supposed to go home for my birthday. I promised my parents.”

“You still can if you want.” I’m trying to be supportive, but I want her all to myself.

“No. You’re here and I want to spend time with you. I’ll call and cancel. They’ll understand.”

I don’t know what I’m thinking, but I blurt a thought out that I question the moment I say it. “We can go see them together if you like? I mean if you think you’re ready for me to meet your parents.” Deep down I’m hoping she doesn’t pick this option because that will put the kibosh on everything I plan to do for her and
to her
this weekend.

“We won’t be relaxed or be able to… you know… sleep together or anything if we stay at their house.”

That’s my girl.

“I’ll just call them,” she says, picking up her cell.

I move to the couch and watch as she fidgets with her phone while waiting for them to pick up.

“Mom, hi.” She pauses. “It’s been a good day. A very good day. I know I said I’d come home in the morning, but…”

Looking around the small apartment, I see a new side to the girl I thought I knew in Hawaii. There she was surrounded by Sunny’s belongings. Here, I wonder what is hers and what stuff is Sarah’s. As she talks with her mother, I start analyzing. There’s a short bookcase in the corner filled with books, some stacked on the floor in front of it too. A four seat dinette set is in the small space by the kitchen which is also pretty damn small. I look at the couch and it’s a loveseat. Everything is so…
small
.

I don’t know the housing market here, but I’ve had bigger places in Manhattan and the rent there is outrageous. Taking in her standard of living makes me curious if this is by choice or because she has to budget? And I didn’t have to have sex with her to tell she’s lost weight. Can she afford to eat?
Shit
, maybe I should buy this girl some groceries before I leave.

“It’s all settled,” she says, her eyes sparkling with joy. “They’re gonna drive up tomorrow and take us out for dinner. And they’re really excited about meeting you. We just need to figure out where we want to eat.” She takes a large breath and then exclaims, “I know where I want to go! Palace Arms I’ve always wanted to eat there…oh, but that will probably be too expensive. I hear it’s quite pricey.” She angles her head down in thought, gnawing the inside of her cheek. “No, we shouldn’t go there. It will definitely be too pricey. I don’t want them to spend that much money on me just because it’s my birthday.”