I turn to him and give him a sexy tigress look.
Over the noise, he says, “I meant what I said.”
I keep nodding. “Game on,” I tell him. Game on.
Chapter 18
While the other group members surround the snack table after the session, Drew and I make a hasty exit.
I don’t turn around to check, but I’m sure Feather is giving us a withering stare. She forbade us from dating each other, which only makes sneaking out together the MOST. FUN. EVER.
Out in the hallway of the community center, I get the giggles. My voice reverberates through the hallway, making me sound even more crazy than I feel right now.
Drew pins me up against a community bulletin board and starts kissing me. His fall sweater makes him even more cuddly. As our tongues get reacquainted, one of my legs rises up on its own and hooks itself around Drew so he can’t get away.
His breath hot on my face, he reaches down and grabs my butt so hard, he lifts me right off the ground. As he grinds the zipper area of his pants against mine, I moan and lift the other leg, so they’re both wrapped around him.
The colored papers on the cork bulletin board behind me start falling to the hallway floor like autumn leaves.
My arms are wrapped tightly around Drew’s strong shoulders, and I don’t want to let go.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he says, gasping. “You’ve really got a good grip on me, too.”
I gaze up into his dreamy brown eyes. “I am your human barnacle.”
He doesn’t even blink. “You are definitely my human barnacle, and I’ll never scrape you off.”
“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes.”
“What am I thinking?” he asks cheekily.
“That we should have coitus in that janitor’s closet right there.”
He starts to laugh, his whole body shaking. His arms relax, and his fingers loosen their grip on my bu**ocks. I slide straight down between Drew and the bulletin board, landing hard on my tailbone.
He stops laughing immediately and stoops down to pick me up. “Are you okay?”
I grin through the tailbone pain. “I’m okay,” I gasp.
“You shouldn’t make me laugh so hard when I’m trying to be sexy. And what kind of human barnacle are you if you couldn’t hang on while I got a better grip on your sexy ass?”
“You make me weak,” I sputter. “You make my knees weak, and my spine weak, and you’re all up inside my boundaries, with your tongue in my mouth checking my molars. Shame on you.”
He helps me to my feet, then crosses the hallway to check the janitor’s closet. “Locked,” he says with disappointment.
“Hmm.” I pretend to be struggling with the problem at hand. “Let’s do that thing where we go to my house, on the pretense of doing an errand, and then we fool around.”
He rubs his chin. “There is that book you promised to lend me.”
“What book? Oh! Yes, that book.” We start walking toward the main exit.
Since we both arrived for the meeting in separate cars, Drew follows me home in his car. Funny thing about this: he drives the newer model of my mother’s car. So, that’s weird.
It’s dark and cozy out when we get to my house. As we cross the lawn to the front door, we both glance up at the same time and then stop in our tracks.
“Cloudless night,” he says.
The moon and stars look more beautiful than ever.
Drew wraps his arms around me and kisses me under the stars. I’ve never swooned before, but I think I’m swooning right now. His sweater is fuzzy. I feel dizzy, like my head just struck the mat in a wrestling match.
He squeezes me.
My wrestling instincts kick in, and I sweep with my leg. Drew goes down hard, like a bag of sand. He wasn’t expecting that.
I gasp and cover my hand with my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Drew. I don’t know what happened, but my head was swooning, then you squeezed me, and I panicked.”
He stays down on the grass, staring up at me with a stunned expression. “Are you on any medications?”
“No, but I probably should be.”
“How’s your tailbone feeling?”
I reach back and give it a rub. “A little sore, but—”
He pounces like a tiger and tackles me to the ground. We roll together, a tangle of arms and legs. His mouth is on mine. We’re both laughing, and I’m laughing so hard my eyes are leaking. There’s grass caught between out mouths, but Drew just fishes the grass out and keeps on kissing me.
He’s on top of me, and I’m letting out soft, happy moans as our bodies grind against each other.
He reaches between our torsos and slips his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans. “May I?”
I try to look coy and resist the urge to beg. “Be my guest.”
He rolls to the side, so he can slip his hand down my jeans and into my panties. I stare up at the beautiful, starry night sky, until he starts kissing me, and I close my eyes.
I hear the night sounds of the city: traffic in the distance, the sounds of conversations coming from open windows, and someone calling in either a cat or a dog.
Drew’s hand is in my jeans. His mouth is hot on my lips. His fingers push down the front of me until they push between my legs. The whole world slips away, and it doesn’t matter that we’re on the front lawn of my house with only a hedge for privacy.
He starts breathing heavily as he finds my core, where his fingers slip and rub easily. My body tenses as my h*ps rise up, pushing against his hand.
He’s keenly focused on my pleasure, first stroking one way, then swirling, and pausing, as if waiting for a response.
“Well?” he finally prompts. “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes,” I whisper. My ache is building, and I’m rocking my hips, but I want more. I desperately need more.
I reach down and finish unbuttoning my jeans, then start pushing them down. Drew uses his free hand to help get my jeans down to my knees, and I’m able to kick them the rest of the way off, along with my shoes.
He glances around, “I’m glad those hedges are there.”
The grass is ticklish on the back of my legs, but Drew keeps stroking me with his fingers, and everything is perfect. Without clothes in the way, he’s able to angle his palm and slip further inside me.
He moves his body down along mine and kisses my stomach, circling his way down. I reach down and catch his jaw before he goes too far and gets too intimate.