When I finally emerge out of the bathroom, she’s under the covers texting someone on her phone. She turns my way when she hears me and tucks her phone by her side. “Hey.” She scoots up in the bed, and I can’t help but think the fact that she’s still naked has to be a good sign.
“Hey,” I mimic her and don’t miss a beat before I climb under the sheets and take her in my arms. Her adorable giggle that always makes my heart skip a beat bounces off the walls. Laying her on her back, I prop myself on my elbow and take one last look at her naked in my bed just in case what I’m about to reveal makes her jet. “So...” her green eyes find mine, never wavering. A small smile spreads across her face as if she knows what I’m about to say. “I know it’s crazy. I know we’ve barely been together, but Kailey Reynolds,” I take a deep swallow, and her eyes begin to bug out, “I love you,” I tell her, and her small smile becomes wide before it falters.
“Are you sure?” she asks, and my body inches back, but she places her hand on arm. “Please, don’t say it unless you mean it. I know there was something there between us a minute ago. Just, please, Trey, don’t say it just to make me happy.” Wetness fills her eyes.
I sit up and stare down at her now glossy green gems. Eyes which captured me before they staked their claim to a part of my body I never thought could beat for someone else like it does now “Kailey, I promise you, I love you. I can’t describe this feeling that you’ve ignited in me, but, believe me, I would never tell you if I didn’t honestly know what it was. You bring something to my life that I thought could never be found. You make me believe in something I never thought was for me. Hell, you have me dreaming of kids, a dog, and white picket fence. But, please, baby, tell me you feel the same way. If you don—.” She places her finger over my lips.
“I love you too, Trey Michaels,” she whispers.
No other words are needed. I place my hands on either side of her face and crash my lips to hers. Without stopping, I roll her over to lay on top of me, and her long hair cascades around our faces, encasing our locked lips in a warm cocoon. “God, Kailey, thank you,” I mumble between short breaks from kissing. “You won’t regret it,” I murmur against her lips.
“Please, don’t break my heart.” She pulls back from me slightly, doing her looking into my sole stare thing.
“I’ll do everything in my power not to,” I honestly answer, and she leans down leaving mere millimeters between our lips.
“Devoted Trey?” She laughs, realizing how horrible that nickname is.
“How about hot ass boyfriend?” I counter.
“Well—every hot ass boyfriend needs a beautiful girlfriend,” she teases.
“This hot ass boyfriend already has someone way out of his league.” I raise my face, so my lips can reach her neck. “I’ve got a girlfriend who has a hot ass.” I smack it before gripping it with my hand, and a low squeal escapes her. “Amazing set of tits.” I kiss the other side of her neck, and she playfully slaps me. “Her face, so fucking beautiful no one comes close to her.” I kiss her lips, and her body begins melting into mine. “Do you want to know why I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend?” I wait for her to answer, but she just nods. “Because she loves me.” My lips slowly graze over hers, and I place my hand on the back of her neck to draw her closer to me.
She attempts to mumble between our lips to deny my words, but I hold her in place, unable to fight it. I realize how lucky I am that she’s giving me her heart, and I meant what I said, I will hold it tight with everything I have. I just hope that’s enough.
After I make love to Kailey one more time, although we didn’t take it as slow as we did the first time, I have to say, this love-making thing is actually better than fucking against a bathroom stall. Or maybe it’s just Kailey that makes it so incredible: the realization dawns on me, like I’ve discovered life on Mars. I throw on a pair of my pajama pants, and toss Kailey a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. “Man, you’re so adorable.” I kiss her nose after she rolls my pants over a few times at the waist and each leg.
“I’m starving,” she says as we descend the stairs. All the lights are off, which means all my roommates are gone. When we get into the kitchen, I notice it’s only midnight, and I smile, figuring we have a few more hours before they all stumble in.
I open the fridge. “What do you want?” I look around; hoping like hell Brady or Sadie made something we could snag. Spotting Brady’s chicken salad, I take it out, and Kailey’s face lights up when she grabs some croissants on the counter.
“Will they mind?” she asks. I really need to get her around my friends more.
“Nah.” I snatch the bag out of her hands and pull out two. While I cut the buttery croissant in half, she hops up on the counter. The temptation to take her in this kitchen is almost too much to bear. But even though I’ve done it before in much different circumstances, I’m not about to take the chance of one of my roommates seeing any part of Kailey’s naked body, especially Rob.
Once I’m finished preparing the sandwiches, I rest the plate next to Kailey and position myself between her legs. Picking up half of a sandwich, I place it in front of her lips, and she takes a small bite. “Awe, come on, baby, you can take more than that,” I coax her. She cocks her eyebrows before letting her mouth widen and her lips rest over the flaky bread. Shit, I’m half hard when the image of her mouth hovering over a part of my body flashes through my mind.
As she begins to chew, she captures the sandwich from my hands and copies by gesture. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done, big boy?” She places it right to my lips, and I quickly snap a big bite, similar to an alligator being fed for the first time in a week.
Her body falls back in a fit of giggles as I chew the huge amount in my mouth, probably not looking my finest at this moment. Leaving her laughing on the counter, I head back to the fridge and take out a soda and water. I’d bought her diet coke on the slim chance she’d be at my place. Opening the can, I hand it over to her, and she takes a sip but a small amount dribbles down her chin. And now it’s my time to laugh. When I chuckle at her, she kicks me, and I grab her leg, wrapping it around to my back. As soon as I’m against her, she places her other leg around me, and my tongue licks the diet coke up before she can get a napkin.
“Yeah, this isn’t going to work,” I tell her, bending my head down to her neck. My tongue swipes up every last drop of the dark liquid.
“What?” she questions softly while her hands grip my shoulders.
“I need you again, and I’m not ready to fuck you against the damn cabinets—at least not yet anyways. I need you in my bed with doors locked, so no one can interrupt us.” Picking her up, I hand her the plate of sandwiches and the drink. She giggles, attempting to hold everything while my lips remain on her neck and earlobe.
“You could wait until we get upstairs,” she says.
“Hell no, it’s your fault,” I inform her and pull back slightly.
“What’s my fault?” she leans back from me.
“You’re too fucking gorgeous and edible for me to keep my hands off.” I firmly squeeze her ass, and her body rises up allowing my mouth to find the swell of her breast.
“I guess there could be worse things.” She shrugs her shoulders, wearing a huge ass smile.
“Just remember that every time I have to take you into a closet, bathroom, or, hell, some nook on campus, it’s all your fault.” I chuckle into the crease of her breasts, and she only squeezes her legs tighter around my torso. “Keep doing that and we won’t make it upstairs.”
“Who said I wanted to wait until we get upstairs?” Looking down at me she arches her eyebrow.
Shit, this girl really was meant for me, but fuck if I’m letting asshole Rob see any bare inch of her.