Page 33 of Meant to be Falling
Her confidence had me downright feral.
“I’ve never done that before,” she says quietly, the pink of her cheeks darkening.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You were incredible, and my dick is already trying to get to round two just thinking about it.”
“Go clean up.” She laughs but I’m serious. “Wouldn’t want Bodhi to walk in on you postorgasm.”
“You’re severely overestimating my ability to move right now.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” She laughs as she reaches toward the end of the bed and pulls on a plain white T-shirt.
I grin. “Is that mine?” I hadn’t argued when it had mysteriously gone missing the morning after the photoshoot.
She shrugs one shoulder and lets it drop. “It’s soft.”
“I love seeing you in it. I love seeing you in anything.”
“Well, if you’re good, I’ll think about wearing the purple again when you can enjoy it in person.”
“I’ll be whatever you want, Dream Girl.”
“Figure out when I can see you, and I’ll let you know.”
“You can count on it.”
She smiles softly and yawns, the anxiety of the day leaving her body as she basks in the postorgasmic glow of what we’d just done.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She yawns and stretches her arms over her head, my shirt riding up to reveal a delicious sliver of her stomach.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”I’m falling for you.
“Good night, handsome. Thanks for not giving up on me already.”
I chuckle as she settles in, resting her head on her pillow and smiling. “You won’t scare me off that easily.”
“Challenge accepted.” I chuckle as her eyelids flutter closed and then open. “Come kiss me tomorrow.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now go clean up before I’m known as the woman who leaves you covered in cum after phone sex.”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”
She blows me a kiss and ends the call as my heart threatens to burst right out of my chest. It’s crazy to be feeling so much for a woman I just met but it’s different.
She’sdifferent.
But I can’t ponder that any longer because according to the time, I only have three minutes until my brother gets back.
Grabbing my clothes, I hustle into the bathroom, cleaning up and smiling at my own postorgasm glow. It feels good.
And I’mhappy.
I like that Lana and I can have some firsts together and that she’s already owning me as she figures out what she likes—what makes her wild.
