Page 39 of Sweet Little Lies
Chapter 14
Mica
My body still tingles and is pulsing like a live wire.
That was the most intense and gratifying moment of my entire adult life. Lance’s claims at being stellar in bed were not just tall tales and folklore. He has a right to brag is all I’m saying.
He took me to the top of a mountain – no, the top of the world – and sent me soaring across the vast open sky. It’s safe to say, he rocked my world.
But now as I come down off that high and I’m lying here in his bed, where I’m sure many other girls have spent time with him, I’m feeling vulnerable and somewhat regretful.
Not in the fact that he gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced before, but that I know with one hundred percent certainty that it means much more to me than it does to him. I can already tell this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have allowed my desire for Lance to override my sensibilities when it comes to making good decisions.
And Lance is a very bad decision, even though it felt so good and right.
I should get up, find my clothes and get the heck out of here before I do or say something stupid. Like,I love youandI want to have your babies. It’s thoughts like that which make me realize we are not suited to one another.
There’s no way that Lance, after one roll in the hay with me, would think long-term relationships, weddings and families. He’s a hot, young, single ball player who just wants a good time. And I’m just another notch in his belt. In fact, the only reason he’s probably pursued me for so long is that I’ve been a challenge for him. Not on purpose, of course. I don’t play games.
But now that he’s had his way with me, I won’t present that challenge any longer and he’ll get bored. This was likely just a one-time thing.
My body suddenly turns cold and I shiver, even though Lance’s large body is a furnace behind me. He’s spooning me and my back is to his chest, which is how we’ve been cuddling for the last ten minutes after returned from the bathroom where he disposed of the evidence of my stupidity.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Georgie?”
The warmth of his breath against the top of my head feels good, but sends even more goosebumps down my arms. He notices and pulls me in tighter.
“Mmm. Just thinking of all the things I have to get done this week. Figuring out my schedule.”
The laughter rumbles in his chest, shaking me, as he turns on his back. I twist around to find out what’s so amusing.
“Why is thiscomico?” I ask, a little miffed that he’s laughing at me and finds my response funny. Granted, it was a totally bogus lie.
He leans up on his elbow and his other hand pushes some fallen strands of hair out of my face. The softness in his touch melts me into the pillow.
“You sure know how to make a guy feel secure about his abilities in bed,” he muses, grasping at his heart like he’s wounded. “I was hoping you’d say you were thinking about what a good lover I am and how much you want to have another round with the champ.”
Snickering at his obvious ego, I give him a hearty push against his chest and he playfully falls over on his back, but not before he grabs my shoulder and brings me down on top of his chest. I angle my head and rest the side of my face against his broad pecs, his warmth lulling me as he strokes my hair in a slow, easy fashion.
“You’ve been with a lot of girls. You don’t need me to boost your ego with words of encouragement.”
Although I try to sound light and breezy, I’m sure he can pick up on the sarcasm in my remark. Maybe even some jealousy.
His hand continues to stroke my back – up and down the naked landscape. And when he reaches my bottom, his fingertips dance and flit over the curve of my ass, dipping down and smoothing over the swell. I’m sure he has no idea what he’s doing to me, but every movement of his touch brings me immense pleasure.
His movements suddenly stop and I lift my head so that our eyes meet. What I see there is a serious side of Lance he usually keeps hidden from others.
“Does that bother you? That I’ve slept around?”
Sighing, I answer him truthfully. “Yes…no, not really. But it makes me feel…well, I guess just one of many. And it’s stupid, I know. I don’t expect anything from you, Lance. You know that, right? We’ll always be friends.”
Saying it out loud sounds ridiculous even to my own ears. It would be nearly impossible to retain the same level of friendship that we had before all this happened. It was part of my reasons for resistance all along. My face must betray my words, because his lips pull up into a smile.
“Mica, I’ve never wanted to bejustfriends with you. I don’t know what it is about you, exactly, but you make me want more. I wouldn’t have pursued you this long and this hard if I didn’t care about you. And honestly, I wouldn’t want things to go back to the way they were.”
I’m a little stunned by his confession. Did he pursue me? I assumed it was how he always acted around other girls. He’s a flirt. A ladies man. He knows how to turn on the charm with his devil-may-care smile and delectable body.
“What does that mean, then? You can’t mean you want to be exclusive.” I guffaw.
