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Her snarky comment is cut off by a satisfying yelp as I wrap my arms around her waist and throw her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squeals as I savour the feel of her bare legs in my hands.
I turn and walk her inside, kicking the door closed with my foot. “Do you think you’re smart, talking to me like that?” I ask, completely unable to hide the smile on my face.
Her hair tickles my back as she giggles. “I am quite smart, actually. I skipped three whole grades in primary school. Did you know that?”
“I didn’t know that. Tell me then, what did they do to punish clever girls with smart mouths in boarding school?”
“Oh, naughty, naughty things.” She giggles again and I have a momentary desire to put her down just so I can see her face when she does it.
“I might need a demonstration.” I walk down the hallway and straight to my room, forgoing the polite flat tour, the offering of drinks, and the inane small talk. Our arrangement is for sex and sex alone.
“I might be inclined to oblige.” Her voice is breathy when we reach the quiet darkness of my room.
I don’t turn the light on. The streetlights streaming in through the white, wooden blinds are plenty bright enough for me to see all I need to see. I want her to feel confident. I want her to feel safe. Her breath is heavy and I can feel her body tense with anticipation.
Instead of tossing her onto my bed like she probably deserves, I slowly slide her down off of my shoulder to the floor beside my bed. I savour every soft curve, peak, and warmth of her body against mine. In her heels, she’s eye-level with my chest, which is where her shaky hands and gaze are both glued to.
I tilt her chin to look up at me. “Don’t be nervous. We’re not going to do this now. Not with you being pissed.”
Her thick, mascara-lashed lids bat up at me. I note that her hair looks more wild now, long and loose down her back. “I’m hardly pissed,” she defends quietly.
“Still. If you want it to be memorable, you need to be sober, Specs.”
“So what are we going to do?” she asks, adjusting her glasses and slumping her shoulders.
My brows arch as I lean down and kiss her. Her lipstick is much lighter than it was when I saw her earlier this evening. She looks more like the Dr. Porter I remember from the hospital.
I pull back from her and murmur, “I want to explore your body.” I move over to the side of her neck. “I want to get to know your curves.” I crouch down and kiss the swell of her chest. “After all of that…there’s nothing holding us back.”
“Okay,” her voice wavers.
“Does that sound all right?” I ask, gazing down into her eyes and needing to make sure she’s up for this. Everything we’ve done up until now has been very tame. I want to make sure this is still what she wants.
She nods, biting her lip and giving me her glorious consent. My hands immediately reach around her sides and find the zipper on her dress. The noise of its descent is the perfect soundtrack to the raging desire simmering between us.
“So tell me, Indie. How far have you gone before? With…others?” I can’t even bring myself to say guys. What is it about this girl that makes me so territorial?
She swallows slowly as I slide the straps of her dress down to her shoulders. I pause my momentum, awaiting her answer.
“I’ve hit a couple of the highlights.”
This makes me smile. “Like what?” The dress drops to the floor.
“Oral?” She says it like a question. I glance down to appreciate her black bra and underwear, my jawbone ticking with desire.
“Giving or receiving?” I whisper against her mouth as my fingers rub along the hem of her panties.
“I’ve received. But I’ve never given.”
This disappointments me. I would’ve liked to have been the first to taste her, but my displeasure isn’t enough to deter me. “Well, I’m not convinced whoever it was knew what they were doing. And in the interest of research, I’d like to be thorough.”
“Okay.”
I reach behind me and pull my shirt off over my head, then drop it to the floor. She sucks in a sharp breath when I grab hold of her knickers and slide them down her legs. I continue watching her eyes, bright with arousal as my hands trail up her soft, smooth inner thigh. I can smell her scent already and it’s beckoning to me.
I turn to sit her down on the side of my bed and take the opportunity to stroke her hair before laying her backwards. I envisioned her hair splayed across my pillow the first time we met. Now I have her, right here in my room, seconds away from having my lips on her body. While I’m stroking her hair and relishing in the feel of it on my hands, something happens. I didn’t notice her eyeing my arousal. I didn’t notice her touching my hips. But I definitely notice when she undoes my jeans and pulls me out of my boxers.
