Diving In by Bianca Giovanni Page A

you
so good it’d be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.
Any time you fucked somebody else, you’d be like, ‘Damn, this is
nowhere near as good as when James did it,’ because I’d do it so
good that nobody could ever compare.”
    “Shit!” She giggles. “You’ve thought this
through.”
    “You have no idea,” I chuckle.
    “I think you like talking nasty to me,” she
smirks.
    “I do like it,” I grin.
    “Alright, dirty boy, let’s shower,” she says,
patting my stomach and sliding off of me.
    I miss the feel of her the second she’s away.
I’m kind of horrified at myself, at how horny I am for her right
now. She’s Lola! She’s my best friend, my little sweetheart. Even
though she’s proved that she has a sexy side that could boil my
blood right out of my body, I shouldn’t think such lewd shit about
her.
    “Come on,” she says, walking happily naked
into the bathroom.
    I’m out of bed in ten seconds and I follow
after her like a fuckin’ puppy. Shit! She totally has me
now—not that she didn’t before, not that she hasn’t since the day I
met her. I’d do anything for this girl, but now she knows it. I’m
never going to hear the end of this if my friends find out. I’m
supposed to be the ladies’ man, the “love ‘em and leave ‘em” guy
who gets any chick he wants and acts all alpha male all the time.
Now a girl—a tiny, petite, pretty, innocent girl—has me wrapped
around her little finger.
    It makes me smile a little bit, though,
because I know she likes it and I like anything that makes her
happy. Lola’s seen sides of me that I don’t show to anyone. I’ve
cried in front of her, got into screaming fights with her and then
come crawling back to grovel and apologize because she was right
all along—she’s almost always right. I’ve gone crazy, primal
protective over her and I’ve gotten all paranoid because of her.
She just taps into my most base impulses and everything I do is
cranked to 11 when it comes to her.
    She turns on the water and peeks over her
shoulder at me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I’ve completely
lost the upper hand—if I ever even had it in the first place, that
is.
    My eyes feel all hooded with lust as I watch
her rinse her hair, the water flowing down her body in all the
places I’d like to touch her. Shit! This is really bad. I’m fuckin’
fixated on her.
    “Can I wash your hair?” I ask her. What
kind of a request is that? How pussywhipped am I and I haven’t even
had her pussy?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
    “Uh-huh,” she nods.
    I grab the shampoo and lather up her long
hair, massaging her scalp. I hate myself for how much I love this.
After I smooth in the conditioner, I take the shower gel and lather
up my hands, rubbing her shoulders and back until she’s relaxed and
breathing all deep and stuff.
    She rinses out the conditioner and then
trades places with me so I’m under the water. She grabs the bottle
of shower gel and starts pouring some out on her hands, looking up
into my eyes in this sexy way that makes my smile turn more
flirtatious.
    I inhale a sharp breath when she runs her
hands over my chest, onto my shoulders, down my back and around
onto my abs. Her little fingers are talented and she’s fuckin’
caressing me in a way that has my heart pounding. It’s not
necessarily sexual—she’s not going for my dick or anything—but it’s
sexy. It’s kind of sensual, but innocent at the same time.
    “You freaked out that you’re naked with me?”
I grin at her. “You were such a dork about it last night, but now
you’re a fuckin’ Playboy Bunny prancing around here and teasing
me.”
    “Teasing you?” she raises her eyebrows like
she’s surprised. “How am I teasing you?”
    “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” I laugh. “How
are you not teasing me?”
    “Because I’m naked and taking a shower with
you and washing your body with my bare hands?” she smirks.
    “Yeah, that would be it,” I nod. “I