“That’s convenient, since I want you too.” His tone was suggestive, and he lifted the sheet up to peek at my naked body underneath.
As much as I was interested in pursuing that suggestion, I was intent on finishing this conversation first. I pulled the sheet back down, clutching it to my chest so he wouldn’t be distracted. “I mean, I want you in New York.”
“Excellent. I’ll start looking for a place.” He inched closer, obviously assuming that would end the discussion.
“Or, you could…” I hesitated, not chickening out, exactly, but wondering if I should.
“I could…what? Rip the sheet from your hand and fuck you blind? Oh, I plan to.” He pulled me into him so that the length of his body was pressed against mine. My skin buzzed despite the barrier of the sheet between us.
“That’s a whole lot less forward and presumptuous than what I was going to say.” Also, his plan was a whole lot more of a turn-on. Maybe the discussion could be put on hold after all. “Let’s go with yours.”
But now I had JC’s curiosity. “Tell me what your plan was first.”
“Well. I was just thinking that you could move in with me.” As soon as I said it, my courage wavered. “Too soon? Yeah. It’s too soon. Forget I said anything and get to blinding me.” Though technically we’d been together for a year and a half. Maybe too soon wasn’t the right reason moving in together was a potentially bad idea, but there was probably something, and I was sure he was probably thinking whatever it was.
He frowned and tapped me gently on the nose. “Our way. Remember. There are no rules we have to follow. There is no too soon.” He tugged the sheet out from between us, and our skin met, the shock sputtering through my nerves. “And yes, I’ll move in with you. I actually had the idea myself but didn’t mention it yet because I thought it would scare you.”
My chest bubbled with elation. “Really?”
“Really.” He leaned in to nip along my jaw. “You can be easily frightened.” Nip. “Maybe you don’t know that about yourself.” Nip, nip.
I threw my arms around his neck. “I meant, did you really want to move in with me, smartass.”
He moved his mouth to hover just above mine. “I really want to move in with you,” he whispered. His lips slid between mine and kissed them with just enough intensity to promise more would follow soon and with just enough restraint to say that soon wasn’t yet. After a minute or several, he broke away. “I’m happily surprised that you beat me to the asking. I could show you just how happy if you like.”
“Yeah, your happiness is poking me in the stomach.”
He shifted so his erection was now notched with the crease at my thighs. “Morning aim. I’ll do better when I’ve further aligned my target.” If I spread my legs, he’d be aligned just fine.
I kept them shut, enjoying the foreplay too much to move on to the actual play. “It seems to me you’ve already hit your target. I don’t even recognize myself after you and your dirty dark arts.”
“Dirty dark arts? Are you saying I put a spell on you?” He was trying to put a spell on me right that minute, his hand tickling above the seam of my pussy.
My breath hitched as his finger found my clit. “You do something to me. You change me with those magic fingers and that magic wand. Give me orgasms and suddenly I’m brave and impulsive.”
“Then my plan to fuck you into giving me everything I want is working. Stay the night? Check. Meet the friends? Check. Live together? Check.” He slid his touch lower, but I clamped my legs shut tighter. “Come on. Let me in so I can get working on my next check mark.”
“I want to hear what else is on that list.”
He retreated, settling his hand on my hip. “Ah, no. That list would definitely scare you.”
“I don’t know. I’m feeling extraordinarily courageous at the moment.”
“Really?” He moved his hand to the crease of my ass. “How brave?”
I reached back and grabbed his wrist, halting his descent. “Uh, not that brave.” Another time, maybe…“Tell me your list.”
He sighed and I couldn’t tell if it was with frustration or consent. “Well, instead of moving in with you, I’d want to get a place together.”
I pulled his hand between us and laced his fingers with mine, preoccupying them. “I could be agreeable to that.” My apartment was only mine temporarily, anyway. It had been purchased through Ben’s boyfriend, Eric, and eventually they planned to tear the wall down between their unit and mine to make one large one.