S elma took some fresh sheets out of her closet, and Frankie helped her make up the bed, both of them working in a tense silence. Then she carried the pillows, her comforter, and a fresh bottom sheet downstairs .
Her mom beamed at them and got to her feet. “Are you two lovebirds gonna be comfy down here ?”
Selma rolled her eyes. “I think so.” She knew her mom loved sleepovers. It brought out the little kid in her .
“Night, sweetie.” Her dad kissed her on the cheek and shook Frankie’s hand. “Thanks for putting us up .”
“Anytime,” Selma replied .
When her parents had trundled up the stairs, Frankie removed the sofa cushions and began investigating the pullout mechanism. She let him get on with it since she’d never actually used it as a bed before .
In seconds, it was done, and they spread the sheet over the base. It was a large, three-seater sofa, but once converted into a bed, it suddenly looked too small for the two of them. From the way Frankie was staring at it, it seemed like he had the same idea. Her heartbeat sped up again .
“I’ll go upstairs and get ready,” she said, keen to escape .
In the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and moisturized, then remembered she hadn’t taken any pajamas from her bedroom. Dang it. Cautiously, she went along the corridor and stood outside her bedroom. She identified the annoyingly high-pitched whistle of her mom’s snore. She groaned. There was no way she could go in there now. Despite snoring loud enough to rattle the windows, her mom was a famously light sleeper, and if anyone woke her up, she’d claim they’d given her insomnia .
She returned downstairs where Frankie was perched on the bed a little awkwardly. “Mind if I take a shower? I was working all day .”
“Course not. I put out a guest toothbrush and a fresh towel for you,” she said .
“Thanks.” He disappeared upstairs .
Right. She gazed at her shirt and pants. Neither of them were at all suitable for sleeping in. There might be a tank top in the dryer, though. She went into the tiny laundry room off the side of the kitchen. There was. It was white cotton with a high neckline and long enough to go over her hips. She took off her shirt and pulled it on .
Back in the living room, she hesitated, fingers on the top button of her black work pants, then she turned the lights down very low, unfastened them, shucked them off. She lifted her hands to her bra clasp, and deliberated. It would be uncomfortable to sleep in, but she felt awkward about liberating her big, heavy breasts. She left it in place and slipped under the covers, a moment before Frankie came back downstairs, walking on light feet .
Her jaw dropped. He was shirtless, that incredible bronzed torso still damp from the shower, with a towel around his waist .
“Sorry, I didn’t want to put my work clothes back on after I’d showered,” he said. “Do you have a shirt or something I can borrow ?”
Peeking out from the comforter, she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any guy stuff here. I mean, even if my dad had a spare shirt, there’s no way it would fit you .”
He grinned with an endearing flash of self-consciousness. “No problem. I’ll just turn out the lights before I get in .”
Selma was torn between watching him and averting her eyes. It was too much. She squeezed her eyes shut when he lifted the corner of the comforter. She heard the swish of the towel moving through the air, and felt the heavy weight of his body as he lay down beside her, less than a foot away. Was he naked? He must have left his boxers on beneath the towel .
“Night, Selma,” he said .
“Night,” she replied and turned on her side away from him .
She lay awake for a while, incredibly aware of his nearness, listening for him, wondering if he was sleeping yet. And trying to ignore that ache between her thighs .
At some point, she drifted off, but not much later, she was awake again. Frankie was tossing and turning, making the bed shake. “Are you okay?’ she whispered .
“Yeah. It’s just—” He didn’t finish the sentence .
“Just what ?”
“I’m not used to sharing a bed…with a woman,” he said .
She blinked into the darkness. Did he really mean that? “You mean any woman or me?” she murmured .
“Well, right now, you .”
She bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. Do you hate it ?”
“No. I mean the opposite .”
The pitter-pattering of her heart started up again. She turned onto her side so she was facing him. He was lying on his back, his handsome profile barely visible in the darkness. “Yesterday, when you kissed me—it felt—I mean—it felt like you meant it,” she said haltingly, her cheeks hot .
He turned his head toward her, his whites glowing. “I did mean it,” he said, his voice very husky. “I was determined to play my part as well as I could, but you looked so beautiful and you felt so good in my arms, I couldn’t help myself.” His head edged along the pillow in her direction, and she shuffled toward him too, and suddenly they were kissing again. His mouth was hot and hungry as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, her breasts pressing against his chest. Desire blossomed between her thighs, immediately growing into a deep, throbbing ache. She was shy to touch him at first, but as their kiss deepened and his tongue plunged into her mouth, she couldn’t hold back, and she ran her hands all over his gloriously silky skin, delighting in the undulations of his biceps and back muscles .
She moved down to his hard waist, lower and lower, and, oh shit, he is actually naked. Definitely no boxers .
He broke the kiss for a second to murmur her name and then slid his hand beneath her tank top, over the curve of her belly and onto her bra. When he cupped her breast, the heat of his hand came through the fabric. As his fingertips chafed her nipple, she let out a soft moan. He edged closer still, and the hard rod of his cock pressed against her upper thigh. She reached for it. It was thick and long, and at her touch, he let off a growl, deep in his throat .
“Selma, if you do that, I’m not going to be able to control myself,” he said through gritted teeth .
She didn’t want him to control himself. She wanted him inside her like she’d never wanted a man before. Instead of replying, she wrapped her hand around his cock and slid it up and down. She felt it surging, becoming even harder, and he groaned. His hand slipped up her back and he grasped her bra clasp before unfastening it deftly. Then he began to caress her bare breasts. Her nipples were so erect they hurt, and when he pushed her shirt and bra up higher, she helped him, lifting the shirt right over her head and pulling the bra off completely .
Frankie scooted down the bed until his lips were level with her breasts, then he turned her onto her back, climbed on top of her, and took them into his mouth one at a time, his tongue swirling around her sensitive areolas, flicking back and forth across the stiff peaks .
It was intense, crazy intense. Her thighs were spread wide, and his torso was pressed down on her, sending sparks of pleasure through her clit. When his hands reached for her panties, she let him. He stripped them off fast, and she held her breath in anticipation, waiting for him to climb up her body and plunge his cock into her aching wetness .
Instead, he slid further down, his tongue tracing a burning path over the soft mound of her belly, her neatly trimmed pubic patch, and the next thing she felt was a lick right on her clit. She gasped then clapped her hand over her mouth. Her ex-boyfriend had never gone down there before. She thought men hated it, actually. But from the sounds Frankie was making, he was enjoying himself. She trembled as his tongue ran the length of her labia and slipped a little way into her entrance. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more and more of that incredible thing he was doing to her. When one of his fingers slipped inside her, and then another, she grabbed his pillow and pulled it over her face, desperate to muffle her moans. She wasn’t far from coming, but her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers, impatient for more. He seemed to know it was time. His tongue left her clit, and she cast the pillow aside in time for him to rise up to her face and kiss her hungrily .
“You taste so good, Selma,” he growled. “As sweet as honey .”
She shivered as she felt his cock rubbing along her inner thigh and then at her entrance. She knew it would be a lot to take, but she wanted it with a wild, primal need .
Holding her gently in his arms, he began to enter her, slow and smooth, but she could feel how much he was holding back, trying not to hurt her. It was a lot to take, but it felt so good, her muscles yielding, insides singing with pleasure. As he hit home, another growl escaped his lips. “Mate,” he murmured .
“What?”
“Nothing.” He gazed down at her in the darkness, that complex expression in his eyes again .
“Take me, Frankie,” she whispered .
He arched over her and eased out before driving deep into her again, the base of his cock bumping up against her clit in long, skillful strokes, every movement setting her nerve endings on fire .
W hen she could accommodate him more easily, she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his broad back, wanting him closer. He gave a deep purr and she abandoned herself to him, this man she’d lusted after through her kitchen window, as flawless and unattainable as a movie star, never dreaming he’d be interested in her .
He started to move faster and faster, and his rhythm perfectly matched her own, sending her right over the edge. His mouth clung to hers, and she clasped the damp hair at the nape of his neck. She was falling, falling until multicolored stars exploded into the darkness and a powerful climax ripped right through her. Frankie growled in appreciation as she clenched him tight, coming around his cock .
His hips jerked fast and hard, and he buried his face in the pillow beside her face as he gave one final powerful thrust and orgasmed deep inside her .
They didn’t move for a long time. She loved his weight on top of her, stroking his damp back, while he pressed little kisses into the crook of her neck .
When at last he lifted off her, there was an instant chill as the perspiration cooled on her body .
“That was—unreal,” he whispered, snuggling in beside her .
“It was ?”
He pushed his nose into her hair, taking a deep sniff. “Totally. Do you think we made a lot of noise ?”
“No. I think we were pretty restrained considering .”
“At least the bed springs didn’t creak .”
They both giggled .
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he breathed .
She turned her head so she could see his face. “Not true .”
“Totally true .”
“You thought I was silly and flaky .”
“But hot .”
“Hey!” She swatted him. “Same here, just so you know. It hasn’t been easy watching you stripped to the waist, working on my garden every day .”
He gave a little rumble. “Sorry. Not sorry.” He continued to stroke and caress her, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. She felt cared for and safe in his embrace, and she didn’t want the night to end, but at last her eyes became heavy .
S elma didn’t know who fell asleep first, but the next thing she was aware of was an insistent tapping on the door and her mom’s voice calling, “Yoo-hoo! Are you love birds decent ?”
Opening her eyes, she discovered to her horror that the comforter had slipped down during the night, and both of them were bare to the waist. “Mom, for Christsakes, give us a little privacy! I’ll come knock when we’re ready!” she exclaimed as the door began to open. Her mom mumbled something, then trudged back upstairs .
Frankie leapt out of bed and picked up the clothes he’d left piled on the armchair. She watched him idly as he got dressed, desire flaring in her again .
He walked over to the window and opened the curtains a crack. “Rain’s stopped. I think I’ll head home for a while, sort a couple of things out .”
She laughed. “Escape this crazy house, you mean? I don’t blame you .”
He came over to her, bent and kissed her lingeringly on the lips. “I’m not escaping you ,” he said with a tender smile .
“It’s okay, I get it.” She turned onto her side. “Last night wasn’t part of your job description, you know?” she said jokingly .
“I know. I clocked off way before that .”
She grinned widely. “You saying you slept with me for fun ?”
“More than fun.” He took her hand and raised it to her lips. “It was very special to me,” he said. “See you later, Selma .”
She watched him go, wishing so bad they had the house to themselves today. She would’ve made breakfast in bed and made him stay between her sheets all day .