Undecided(74)

By the time I get home from work on Friday night, I’m more than ready for the boys to be back. I smile when I bike up the street and see lights on in the living room, dragging my bike up the stairs and thudding inside to find Crosbie sitting on the couch, alone.

“Hey,” I say, looking around. Kellan’s room is dark. “Where’s Kellan?”

Crosbie stands and stalks toward me. “Does it matter?”

“Is he—Oomph!” I forget my question as Crosbie backs me into the wall and kisses me like I’m not the only one who missed somebody this week.

“You were saying?” he asks when we break apart to breathe.

I’m fumbling with the zipper on my coat, trying to get it off. Trying to get all my clothes off. “Are we going…to be…interrupted?”

Crosbie crouches and digs his shoulder into my stomach, hoisting me up and carting me into my bedroom as I squeal. I’m no match for him in any position, and this one certainly doesn’t make it easy. Fortunately I’m not upside down for long, because he tosses me on the bed and quickly covers me with his body.

“That’s all you want to say?” he asks, shoving my leggings down and helping me kick my feet free. “I’ve been gone all week and you want to ask about Kellan and interruptions?”

“Um…” I work on undoing the buttons of his shirt as I rack my brain, trying to come up with the right answer. Finally I settle on, “Did you win?”

He drops his head into the crook of my neck and laughs. I feel his torso shaking above me. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Crosbie, I miss you. Life hasn’t been the same without you. I feel such…need, Crosbie.’”

Now I’m laughing. “I feel such need?”

He pulls off his shirt. “Okay, Kincaid, you don’t deserve it, but I’ve been thinking about this all week, and now I’m going to show you a trick.”

All the hormones racing through me come to a screeching halt. I support Crosbie’s interest in magic and even enjoy his illusions, but I really don’t want to see one right this minute. “Er…now?”

“Yes, now.”

I sigh. “Does it involve your penis?”

“Like how I’m going to make it disappear inside you?”

I smile even as I roll my eyes. “Yeah.”

“No, Nora,” he says sternly. “That’s biology, not magic. This might explain why you almost flunked out last year.”

I laugh. “Shut up.”

He kneels between my legs and strips off his boxers, leaving us both completely naked. We’ve done this more times than I can count now, but seeing his broad shoulders, the delineated muscles of his chest and stomach, and yes, his cock…it gets better every time.

His eyes trace over every exposed inch of my body, leaving behind a laser line of goose bumps in their wake. “Come here,” I say, tugging on his hand. “I want you.”

“I was serious about that trick,” he murmurs. He lets me draw him down for a kiss, but only lingers at my mouth for a moment before he twines his fingers through mine and lifts my hands over my head. “Keep them there,” he orders, slowly kissing his way down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower. I swear he can feel the hard kick of my heart as I realize what he means to do, and I squirm with nerves and excitement. I’d had two lackluster experiences with this last year, both over in what felt like ten very unsatisfying seconds.

“You know,” Crosbie says conversationally, dipping his tongue into my belly button before sliding down farther, “the first time we did this, you said it was weird.”

“We’ve never done this,” I answer breathlessly, my legs parting at the urging of his big hands.

“Sex-this,” he clarifies. “The first time I looked at you right…here.” He trails a finger straight through my folds, then presses inside.

I remember now. It’s still a little embarrassing, but it’s different when it’s someone you know. Someone you care about and who cares about you.

“Still weird?” he asks. I feel his breath brush over my sensitive skin, hot and damp and clenching around his gently thrusting finger.

“Hurry up.”

He laughs. “Tell me.”

“I just did. Hurry up.”

“What do you like?”

I groan. “Crosbie.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. Just do something.”

There’s a second as he clues in. “Have you done this before?”

I swallow and stare at the ceiling, wondering how best to phrase it. I hardly want to talk about other guys when Crosbie’s got his head between my legs. “Not successfully,” I finally say.

“Ah. Well, Nora, let’s see if I can’t succeed where all others have failed, all right?”

I laugh so hard I bump his chin with my pelvis. “You’re such a dork.”

He answers by pulling out his finger, separating my folds, dragging his tongue right up the middle and swirling over my clit. I immediately stop laughing.

“What was it you said?” he asks casually. “Hurry?” He licks me hard and fast and I squirm until I can’t take it and push away his head.

“Slower,” I gasp. “Slower…for now.”