you don’t understand, but please just know that I’m
not playing games.”
She didn’t moan or respond. She
snored….and I smiled. I stood up, looked around and figured out where her
bedroom was. I scooped her up into my arms and walked toward her room. I
couldn’t help but to kiss her forehead several times as we walked, especially
since she burrowed in closer to me when I did.
I laid her down on her bed,
tucked her in and leaned down for one more kiss on her head when she suddenly wrapped
her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers. That first soft touch
of her lips sent a shock wave through my entire body. She whispered, “Ry….” as
her lips brushed mine and I gasped. She pulled me closer and slipped her tongue
into my mouth. I was lost in that beautiful girl.
I cupped her face in my hands and
caressed her mouth with mine. She tasted like pure bliss, so I let her tongue
fully explore my mouth and tried not to completely ravage her. I wanted to
crawl on top of her and just feel her entire body against mine, but she was
drunk and I wasn’t ready.
At least I didn’t pull away from
being kissed like I’d done with past girls, so that was progress, I assumed.
Jen ran her fingers through my hair and gripped me tighter. “God, Ry….you
taste so good.”
“Jen….oh, God. Not sure I can
handle all this. You’re just so….” She grinned and ravished my mouth once
again.
“Lay with me, please,” Jen
whispered between kisses.
“I thought I was only allowed on
the couch?” I moaned with a grin.
She opened her eyes and said, “We
can make-out fully clothed right here on my bed, then you can sleep on the
couch.” Shit.
I paused, studying her then
decided I’d join her. She wrapped her body around mine and we fell into each
other, kissing and touching for hours. I don’t know what time we drifted off
to sleep, but I do know we were fully clothed and completely contented wrapped
around each other.
And, I slept better than I had in
over five years.
Chapter 11 – Jen
I woke up to something warm
draped across my body and really heavy. It was still sort of dark out, but I
could tell the sun was rising. I had a sudden urge of panic when I realized it
was a person’s arm on me. I sat my head up and saw that I was fully clothed
and so was the stranger next to me. I couldn’t see his face, but within
several long seconds, I realized it was Rylan Daniels.
Events came rushing back to me in
a huge wave. The dancing, the anger, the late night make-out session. Shit!
This could get awkward. Did I beg him to make-out with me in my bed?
I slipped out from under his arm
and went into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed
into some yoga pants and tank top. When I opened the bathroom door, Rylan was
awake and sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Hi,” he said with a cute little
guilty grin. It made my whole body relax.
“Yeah, hi there. Um, crazy
night, huh?”
“Do you remember much?” His
voice was soft and raspy…a little unsure.
“Yes. It all came flooding back
to me when I woke up and saw you here in my bed. I think I might owe you an
apology. I’m pretty sure I forced you to make-out with me on my bed.” I had a
sheepish wince on my face.
Rylan laughed and said, “Well, I
may have started it. I carried you to your room….only to put you in your bed alone,
but couldn’t stop myself from kissing your forehead a few times. It might…have…stirred
up….something.” His face was just adorable. He was actually really
embarrassed.
I smiled and said, “Well, it was
nice, from what I remember.” I paused then stuck out my hand, sort of tossed
my head toward the door and said, “Come on….let’s make some breakfast.”
Rylan stood up and took my hand,
but stopped me from moving. “Thanks for not making me feel like a total
perverted jerk, Jen. I’m really not that