Balancing a large bowl of popcorn in one hand, Mykal climbed onto Greg’s bed. Greg set up the DVD player and turned out the light. He joined her on the bed before starting the movie. She fluffed up the pillows at her back before settling down. This wasn’t the first time they’d watched movies in his bedroom. She’d even fallen asleep on a few occasions. Greg would wake her up and walk her home when the movie ended. Of course, she didn’t tell Tania or she would never hear the end of it.
Greg grabbed a handful of popcorn. “So…what’s next?”
“You have to run into Daria accidentally.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“I know a club she frequents.”
He frowned. “Does she go alone or with Gary?”
“I think it’s a girl’s night thing. She’s usually with a group of friends.”
“She never did that when we were together. At least, I don’t think she did.”
Mykal smiled and scooped up some popcorn. “Maybe she’s bored with Gary. It could be a good sign.”
“Or she’s living it up and she won’t want to come back.” He sighed and tried to run his hands through his hair. He laughed as his fingers grasped air. “I forgot.”
She grinned. “It suits you. It’s sexy.” And it was. The shorter hair made his pale eyes appear larger and more luminous. His lashes were thick. They were longer at the edge of his eye, giving him a sleepy, sexy look. He’d taken to the diet with a determination that proved his love for Daria. He’d lost the extra weight and carved out muscles by lifting weights. His arms were cut and his abdomen was flat. Even now in a simple t-shirt and sweat pants, he was yummy. And all she could think was that Daria sure as hell didn’t deserve him.
Greg cleared his throat. “Um, what if Tania is right? What if she left me because I’m lousy in bed?”
“Oh, Greg, don’t let Tania mess with your confidence.” She should have tried harder to kick Tania! “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” But he wouldn’t meet her gaze. Sighing, she moved the popcorn bowl to a nightstand table. She grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Okay, give me your repertoire.”
“What do you do in bed? If we were going to do it, what would be your first move?”
“If we…” Face red, he cleared his throat. “Um, I guess I’d start with a kiss.” He stared at her mouth and she could feel her lips tingle. “I’d kiss you deep to see if you taste as good as you smell. I’d kiss your earlobes and your neck, breath in your sweet fragrance.” He took a shuddering breath. “I’d take your clothes off, undressing you slowly to reveal each inch of your beautiful body. I imagine your breasts to be like mounds of toffee topped with chocolate kisses. I’d hold them in my hands as I sucked the centers.” His voice had taken on a rough husky tone. His pupils had enlarged to the point that there was little light blue left at all.
Her own breathing was shallow so her chest heaved even as he described to her how he’d suck her nipples. Mykal swallowed. From the way he was speaking, this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about making love to her. More shocking, was her reaction to it. Her nipples were tight. An ache between her thighs was beginning to make itself known.
Greg leaned closer so that his breath fanned her parted lips. “And when you were twisting beneath me, I’d lick my way down your body, taste your belly button, spread your thighs, taste your-”
Feeling slightly dizzy, she slapped her hand over his mouth. “I don’t think you should go on.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He took her wrist and pulled her hand down until he caught the tip of her middle finger between his lips. He wet it with his tongue before raking his teeth over it. She shivered. It was just a finger. It shouldn’t feel that good. “Why should I stop?”
She shook her head to clear it. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. We’re entering dangerous territory.”
“Mykal, sometimes I think that you forget that I’m a man. You pat me on the head like a little boy. I’m not a boy.”
“I know that.”
“Do you? I do what you say because I want to. You give good advice. And you seemed to believe that my problems with Daria could have stemmed from what I did or didn’t do in bed. So I need to know. And the only way to know is for me to show you. And then you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.”
“Mm, show you.” He wrapped his arms around her, cupping the back of her neck so that her face was tilted up to his.