Page 47 of First Time

“Hopefully longer,” Chantelle murmured.

“Agreed.”

“I don’t need to tell you to take good care of her, so I won’t.” Her tone revealed her smile. “Just move slow. Make sure she’s ready to move on before you try sleeping with her.”

“I think you know me better than that,” I said, refilling Becky’s glass with ice.

“You’re right. Have her call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.” I hung up and returned to my bedroom, placing the ice water on the bedside table. Hands on hips, I stared at my bed. Becky would be between those sheets like I’d been dreaming about since first meeting her, but she would be there alone.

Inwardly cursing, I grabbed one of the two pillows and a blanket from the linen closet. I’d already pulled on my lounge pants before she had called. Those along with the T-shirt I wore would suffice for sheets.

I tossed my pillow and blanket on the couch, then sat on the cushion’s edge and waited. The large clock hanging over the buffet in the dining room clicked loud over the low hum of the bathtub’s jets. I could just make out the whirling through both doors closing me off from Becky and her petal-soft skin.

My cock didn’t give two shits about the situation that had put her in my home but tented my pants at the thought of her naked. “Goddamnit.” I scrubbed my hand down over my face and growled a few more lively curses.

She hadn’t lingered to pack a bag which meant she had nothing other than the work clothes she’d had on all day.

I stood and stalked back into the bedroom, my cock leading the way, bouncing with each step. Putting on some tighty-whities would probably be better than commando, I told myself while rifling through my shirts. A soft, worn navy-blue T-shirt would make do for her nightgown. It would also fall close to mid-thigh and tease the shit out of me, but it was all I had.

The jets turned off, and I strained my ears.

A few minutes later, the drain clinked open, and I realized I still stood beside my bureau, shirt in hand. Shaking my head, I made for the bathroom door.

“Becky?”

“I’ll be done in a minute.”

“I have a T-shirt you can use to sleep in tonight.”

The door cracked open. She had wrapped the towel around her torso, the pink, flushed skin of the tops of her water-pebbled breasts calling out to my tongue.

I jerked my attention to her equally flushed face and handed her the shirt.

“Thanks.” She smiled, her big brown eyes clearer of the tumultuous emotions from earlier.

“Feeling better?”

Her smile didn’t wobble. “A bit.”

“Grab your clothes. I’ll throw them in the wash.”

She put her back toward me, and I enjoyed the sway of her hips as she walked to retrieve them from the vanity. “If you’ll show me where the laundry is, I can put them in.”

“You relax. I’ll take care of it.” I accepted the clothing she held out to me.

“Thank you.”

I didn’t turn away until she shut the door. I acted like a lovestruck teenager and told myself to get a grip.

Her shirt smelled like the coffee shop with a hint of Becky beneath. I dropped the bundle on top of the washer, and a flash of bright pink caught my eye. She’d given me her panties. I pulled them from between her crumpled-up black pants and lifted them to my nose.

My cock sprang back to attention, and I groaned at the musky scent of her pussy clinging to the cotton lining. Drooling like a fucking dog, I sniffed again, filling my lungs with her sweetness.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, pressing my heel against the base of my dick.

How the fuck would I sleep knowing she lay in my bed with nothing but my shirt between her and my sheets?

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