“You’re more honest than most women I know, Haven.”
“I’m going to try to be more honest in the future. I have to be. Running from how I feel has been tearing me apart.”
Now he cupped her face in his hands. “You should never run from how you feel.”
She leaned further into him, laying her hands on his chest. “You feel pretty good. And I’m definitely not running now.”
He laughed, then tugged her close and kissed her, liking the way she molded her body to his. If they were alone—and they were anything but alone right now—he’d make her feel all kinds of things. Because she sure as hell was making him feel things, especially rubbing her body against his like she was.
“You need to stop,” he finally said, leaning his forehead against hers.
Her breath came out in a rush. “I want you. Can we make that happen?”
He looked around. They weren’t alone and he didn’t think getting arrested for indecent exposure would be a good idea. “Not here. Do you think we could manage quiet sex in the house with your mom around?”
She let out a short laugh. “Probably not, but we can try.”
They hurried back to the house. Haven looked at the upstairs window. “Her room is dark. Either she’s downstairs waiting up for us, or she’s gone to bed already.”
They opened the door, and the only light on was a small lamp in the living room.
“She used to leave that lamp on for me when I was out at night. She’s gone to bed,” Haven said in a whispered voice. “You go ahead and go up to your room. It’s the farthest from hers. I’ll get ready for bed, then I’ll meet you in yours.”
He nodded, tiptoeing up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. He went into his room, brushed his teeth, and climbed out of his pants and shirt. Fifteen minutes later, Haven opened the door and gently closed it. She wore very short pajama bottoms and a skimpy tank top.
“She’s a pretty heavy sleeper. I think we’ll be okay.”
She came toward him and climbed on the bed, straddling him. “I need to be with you.”
She kept her voice low, and he just knew it was going to be the hardest thing to stay quiet. With her planted squarely on his quickly hardening cock, it took all the restraint he had not to groan. He fit his hands to her hips and took in the sight of her, her cheeks pink from their walk. She’d washed her face, so she wore no makeup. He liked that she came to him that way, that she didn’t think it was necessary to be all made up like so many of the women he’d dated. Haven was confident in her looks, in her body, and as he swept his hand over the nape of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, he tasted the mint of her toothpaste, his tongue sliding alongside hers.
She whimpered, the sound caught on a heaving whisper as he rolled with her, tucking her underneath him so he could stretch his body out, feel her legs against his, her br**sts rubbing his chest. She teased her leg alongside his. It was like silk rubbing against him, and made his dick pound.
He lifted his head. “You’re making this harder.”
She reached between them, cupping his erection. “You mean I’m making this harder.”
He sucked in a breath. “Yeah. That. Definitely that.”
“I have a tiny little secret to confess,” she said.
He paused, looked down at her. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“I’ve never had sex in this house before.”
He grinned. “Well, it’s about damn time you do. Want me to sneak you into your bedroom so you can fulfill all your teen girl fantasies?”
She let out a snort. “No. Definitely not. Besides, I didn’t have teen girl fantasies about having sex in my room.”
He trailed his fingers along the side of her breast. “So, you waited until college, huh?”
Her gaze stayed on his face, but her breathing quickened when he brushed the palm of his hand back and forth over her breast. Her nipple hardened through the material of her top.
“Maybe.”
“Were any of those college girl fantasies about me?”
“No.”
She’d answered way too fast. “You’re lying. You wanted me.” He rolled to her side, then drew the straps of her tank down, baring her br**sts. He bent and caught one hard nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth until she arched against him.
“I definitely didn’t want you.”
He smiled against the softness of her skin, using his teeth to tease her. “Yeah, you did. It’s okay to admit it.”