Chapter 55
“What about the others? The fuck buddies I’ve been jealous of?”
“I hope you haven’t been losing sleep over that. Like I said, there’s been nobody since we met.”
I dared to curl my arm around his waist. He was the perfect height for it, our bodies a unique match. “I must be the blindest man on the planet for not seeing it.”
“God, I hope I wasn’t thatobvious. I’ll settle for you being the blindest man in the Bay Area.” Peter tilted his head and inhaled. I felt the tickle of his warm breath across my cheek before he kissed me, his mouth gentle and searching. I shivered as the tip of his tongue skimmed over my bottom lip, desire piercing me not at the contact but at the promise the caress contained.
My fingertips tightened where they curved around his side, locking him against me. Neither one of us deepened the kiss. This wasn’t the time nor the place for it, not yet at least. In spite of all the hours we’d spent together, we were too new, too delicate to dare eclipse it with the power of the attraction I already knew rested between us. I wanted Peter to believe I was serious. Needed it, actually. Because he was one of a kind, whether he realized it or not.
“So do I get the date before or after we talk to the boys?” I murmured against his mouth.
“Before. As long as you’re willing to talk to them, I can wait.”
“Is this Friday too soon?”
“Just soon enough. What are we going to do on our actual date?” Peter smiled. “Not have sex in the bathroom?”
Mention of that particular memory set my face aflame, not in embarrassment but in a rush of desire. “At least you won’t have to wonder if you’ll get lucky. And I won’t have to worry about touching you in public anymore.”
“You mean, you won’t have to worry about me touching you in public anymore. Because I’ll probably be doing that a lot.”
“Like this?” My free hand reached up, my thumb swiping along his lower lip. “I wanted to do that at Tony’s. You had sauce stuck to it, and I figured licking it off would be bad form.”
“Mmm.” Peter caught my thumb in his mouth and bit lightly on the pad. “So what do you think? Should we grope each other on the couch like a couple of teenagers? You could be the babysitter, and I’ll be your boyfriend sneaking in after the kids go to sleep.”
I grinned. “I’ve never had one of those before.”
Peter sank down to the couch and pulled me with him. “Then you don’t know what you’ve been missing out on. And I promise, I won’t try to pressure you into going all the way with me.”
“Only because you know I’m a sure thing anyway.”
Peter smirked. “Well, I don’t believe all those rumors about you being a slut. But just so I know, will I have you to myself all of Friday night?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he could have me all to himself for as long as he wanted, but I bit it back in time. Later, perhaps, after we’d talked to the boys and they understood their dads were more than a little nuts for each other. “I’m going to do my best,” I promised. “I’ll call Ellie’s parents and see if they want Sam for the whole weekend.” I pushed him back onto the arm, pinning him with my weight. “I want to know what it’s like waking up with you in an actual bed, and what it’s like ending the day together. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to find out if your come tastes as good first thing in the morning as it does the rest of the time.”
“How am I supposed to be happy with some innocent groping when you say things like that?” Peter murmured, shifting his body to settle more comfortably beneath me. “But I’ll tell you, it tastes better in the morning.”
I loved it when he talked like that. I loved that I was free to push every single boundary I found—emotional, physical, or something else completely. I loved that this conversation had turned out the best possible way, and I especially loved that Peter was currently shoving one of his hands down the back of my jeans to knead at my ass.
“It’s your fault.” I bent down and dragged my tongue along his jaw. My taste buds prickled, and my cock throbbed. “You’re the one who brings it out in me.”
Peter pushed his hand between us, massaging my growing erection. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been responsible for rug burns on your knees. I think I better correct that before the end of the weekend.”
I groaned. My teeth sank into the sinew that ran down the side of his neck, while I bucked upward in desperate search for more of Peter’s touch. “I have no idea why you don’t believe I’m a slut. Because the thought of that happening makes me want to forget the date and get straight to the weekend.”
“I guess that means you’re my slut, then.” Peter tugged my fly open, his fingers immediately seeking my cock. “You moan like one when I do this.”
“Yes…” It drew out into a long hiss, my body arching away as I thrust into his tight hand. My skin was tight, dry against his grip, but as the tip slid against his palm, pre-come slicked the way when I pulled back. “Your slut. Just say the word, and I’d do whatever you wanted.”
“I know you will.” Peter twisted his wrist, letting the heel of his hand drag over my sensitive head. His other hand flexed against my ass, fingers pressing into the flesh as he held me closer. “It’s all I think about anymore. All I dream about.”
Bracing on one hand, I used the other to reach between us. It wasn’t enough that he was touching me. I needed more, holding him, rubbing our cocks together, tasting his lips. My body trembled with the want of him, still unsure that this was really happening.