“‘I Will.’ Do you know it?”
“No.” She smiled. “Did it make you sleepy?”
“No, it brought back a nice memory, which made me happy, but I also felt a little sad. Not only for me because I miss her, but also because she won’t be around to be a grandmother to my children, if I have any. Sing them to sleep that way. She’d have loved being a grandmother.”
“You mean to our half dozen kids?” Her foot tapped mine under the table.
I laughed a little. “I forgot about those.”
“Hopefully, we didn’t get a jump on the first one Friday night.”
My stomach hollowed. “What? I thought you said it was—”
“I’m kidding, it was fine. We’re fine.” She laughed. “Your face was so funny just now.”
Picking up my wine glass, I took a generous swallow. “Yeah, I might like kids eventually. Not necessarily this year.”
“I know, I was teasing.” She focused on the wine in her glass as she swirled it. “But do you want to talk about Friday night?”
I studied her a moment. She looked curious, but not upset. “We broke a rule, didn’t we?”
“We did. And while it was OK the one time, I don’t think we should make a habit of breaking it.”
“I agree.”
She took a breath. “But there might be another rule we could break.”
“The sleepover rule?” I asked hopefully.
“Not the sleepover rule. But the talking rule.” Another deep breath as she met my eyes. “I want to talk.”
“You mean, you want to talk about feelings?” I looked around the room. “What planet is this? Am I in some alternate reality?”
She threw her napkin at me. “Keep making fun and I’ll never break the sleepover rule for you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, retrieving her napkin from the floor and throwing it back at her. “Let’s talk about feelings. What’s up?”
“Well, I thought about what you said, about wanting more than just no-strings sex.”
My heart beat quicker. “And?”
“And…” She lifted her shoulders. “I’d like to try. I’d like to be…closer to you.”
I moved my chair back from the table. “Then you should definitely come sit on my lap.”
Smiling, but in no particular rush, she got up and came around the table to stand in front of me. “Hi,” she said shyly.
It was the most unsure of herself she’d ever looked, and it made me feel both aroused and protective. “Hi.” I tugged at the sleeve of her sweater. “Come here, you.” I pulled her onto my lap so that she straddled me, and she laughed softly.
Putting her arms around my neck, she rested her forehead against mine. “I don’t know if I’m good at this.”
“At what?”
“Strings.”
I put my hands in her hair, gently this time. “Strings don’t have to mean you owe me something specific. We don’t need to put a label on this, Jaime. I just want it to mean something to you.”
“It does,” she said, kissing my lips. “You do.”
“That’s good enough for me.” I kissed her back a little harder, tilting her head in my hands, tasting her with my tongue. My cock stirred between us, and she sighed as she circled her hips.
Her hands traveled down my chest and around my lower back, and I felt her start tugging my shirt from my jeans. But then she seemed to change her mind about undressing me and moved her hands back up my torso, leaving them on my chest. The kiss grew more intense, and I slid my mouth down her throat and one hand up her sweater.
When it closed over her breast, she whimpered a little. “I’m trying to go slow, I swear to God, Quinn. But when you touch me, I want to tear your clothes off.”
I laughed. “Is that why you stopped before? You’re trying to go slow?”
“Yes. But I’m so impatient.” She moved her hips sinuously over my erection and whispered, “I can feel your cock beneath me, and I want it inside me so badly.”
Oh, fuck. Moving my hands beneath her ass, I stood up and walked down the hall toward the bedroom with her legs wrapped around me, her lips setting my neck on fire. “We can slow down once we’re naked—maybe. But at this point, I’ll be lucky to make it to the bed.”
She laughed throatily. “Wall, floor, bathroom sink—it all works for me. As long as it’s you.”
I reached the bed, set her on it, and we undressed each other frantically, her sitting and me standing. When she was completely bare, I pushed her knees apart, knelt down, and put my mouth on her, licking into her warm wetness as she lay back, hands in her hair. I did all the things I knew she liked, licking her slow and then fast, hard and then soft, sucking her clit. She came quickly, her legs across my shoulders, crying my name.
My cock was so hard it was almost painful, and I grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it on in record time.
Then I picked her up again. “So little,” I said, easily holding her in place as she positioned me between her legs.
“So big,” she murmured playfully as she slid down my shaft, her eyes locked on mine in the shadowy dark.
I turned and placed her back against the wall, feeling I showed great restraint in not fucking her right through the plaster, especially the way she was talking to me.
“You’re unbelievable,” she whispered in my ear as I drove inside her again and again. “You know how to make me come so hard—with your hands, your tongue, your cock. No one has ever made me feel this good.”