“Tell me what that means, beautiful.”

“It doesn’t matter what it means.”

“Sophie, it does because nothing you tell me will scare me away. I want you in whatever way you need me to. I’m too far gone to stop.”

She turns her head and stares blankly at the wall, shutting me out. “You should go, Kipton.”

“I thought we had a date?” I’ll do anything to spend a few more minutes with her. Even if I have to beg because I get the impression if I walk out now, she and I will be nothing more than a distant memory.

She shakes her head no. “I want to rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie here instead? We don’t have to go to the one on the field.” Please say yes.

She pauses for a few seconds, her eyes scanning my entire face. “Why me?” Her sparkling blue eyes look like they’re a moment away from releasing whatever pain she’s holding hostage inside of her.

“Why not you?” I question.

“Pfft. I can give you a million reasons.”

I decide to challenge her. “Name one.”

Rolling her eyes, she huffs and shifts in the bed. “We wouldn’t work. I don’t have any spare time when I’m in the gym and you’re too big of a distraction, Kipton. If you haven’t noticed I make shitty decisions when I’m around you.”

I shake my head back and forth. “I don’t buy it for a second, beautiful. That’s a lame ass excuse and you know it.”

“Fine, then you come up with a reason why we would work since you have all the answers.”

My response is automatic. “Because it would kill me to see you with someone else, Sophie.”

Seeming shocked by my answer, it takes her a minute to even blink. When she finally does, a stray tear falls down her cheek as soon as her eyelashes meet. Watching its descent, I lean over and catch the droplet with my tongue. My taste buds soak up the salty mixture of sadness. Her hands rise to rest on my shoulders for a brief second before she digs her nails into my skin as she fights for control of her emotions. There’s no pain because her tiny fingertips send a shock wave though the fabric of my T-shirt, resuscitating my hopeful heart. I know she wants this too.

Without another word spoken, her lips tangle with mine in the most innocent way before our tongues eventually meet. She’s challenging my body to either stay in control or break free. When her hands move from my shoulders and glide down my back, I make a split second decision and gently move over top of her, wedging my leg between hers. She keeps her lips locked with mine while exploring with her hands. “Off,” she mumbles against my mouth while tugging on my shirt. Reaching behind my neck, I pull it over my head eager to see what she plans to do next. She claws at the blankets between us, trying to get rid of the barrier.

Helping her, I pull the comforter down so I can touch her body. Sliding my hands under her shirt and over her stomach, she sucks in her toned abs when I move to kiss the soft skin around her belly button. Moaning softly, she gives me the confidence I need to continue.

“Kipton,” she whispers.

I raise my head to look at her, but her eyes are closed. “Is this okay, Sophie?” She nods her head but I need her words. “I need to hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes, don’t stop.”

“Put your arms above your head.” She follows my direction and I easily pull her shirt off. Left in her pink lace bra, I pull the straps off her shoulders. Without removing it entirely, I inch the lace away from her chest. Her back arches as she anticipates my next move. Flicking her pebbled nipples with my tongue, she responds instantly.

“Please, don’t’ make me wait. I need you, Kipton. Make me feel something else—something good.”

“I’m right here, Sophie. You have me.” I don’t understand her request entirely, but I give her what she wants anyway. We can discuss her second request later. I reach my hand inside her yoga pants and slip under the lace of her panties, touching her wetness. “Sophie, shit.”

“Yes, Kipton. More.” She grinds against my hand and while I’m content getting her off like this, she sits up. I try to remove my hand from her pants but she stops me, instead reaching for the button on my shorts. Fumbling to release it, she pulls down the zipper before I have to break contact to finish removing my shorts along with my boxer briefs. Her eyes are fixated on my dick and it twitches from the desire in her eyes. Before I take my place on the bed, she removes the remainder of her own clothing and waits for me.

We kiss slowly at first, my hands discovering every inch of her skin I haven’t yet touched. She reaches her arms around my waist to pull my body on top of hers. The skin to skin connection is intense, but she’s so tiny I’m afraid I’m hurting her, so I use my knees to take some of the pressure off her body. I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I have to be sure this is what she wants. “You’re sure, Sophie? We can stop whenever you want.”

“I need this. Don’t make me wait.”

“Beautiful, I don’t have a condom with me.” My damn wallet is in my fucking car. Figures the one time I’m not prepared, I‘m given the perfect opportunity to claim my girl. I expect her to end this once I tell her the truth, but instead, she grabs my face in both of her hands. Sucking on my bottom lip, I groan from the sexiness. In between kisses, she surprises me again. “It’s okay, just pull out.”

I’m hesitant at first, wanting to do things the right way with her, but when she tightens her legs around me and I brush against her wetness, that’s all the confirmation I need to slide inside her. Her heat blows my mind and while I want to take it slow for her, I have to move. Her soft moans mixed with little grunts of pleasure encourage me even more. Wanting her to experience the same sweet ache of pleasure I am, I reach down between her legs to help her find her release. She jumps the second I touch her. “Kipton, ohmigod.”

Like two greedy lovers in need of a fix, we both savor each push and pull. A thin sheen of sweat breaks out over my body as I use every ounce of restraint inside of me to make sure she’s thoroughly satisfied before pulling out and coming on her stomach. It’s intense and she watches the entire time. I’ve never had a connection with someone the way we do.

My arms begin to shake from holding myself up, so I grab a tissue from the box next to the bed and clean her off before flopping down next to her—completely exhausted. Carefully, I roll onto my side so we both comfortably fit on her small twin bed. Pulling her close, she willingly melts into my chest for a brief moment before scooting away and sitting up.

She pulls the sheet off the bed and wraps it around her body. Standing up, she carefully puts her shirt on without ever dropping the sheet an inch. I’ve seen her entire body naked, yet she’s suddenly self-conscious. She does the same with her pants, leaving her bra and panties lying on the bed.

“You’re body’s amazing, Sophie, you don’t have to hide it from me.” She finally glances in my direction, but it feels more like she’s looking through me than at me. Her sudden detachment doesn’t make sense. She was present every second our bodies were joined.

“You should go, Kipton. I don’t want you to, but you need to.”

Sitting up, I look at her like she’s lost her damn mind. There’s no way in hell she’s kicking me out after we had sex. At least not until she explains herself. “Excuse me?” I question, when all other words fail me.

“You should go,” she replies softly.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I raise my voice louder than I should, but this time, I don’t apologize for it. I’m pissed and she needs to know I won’t play games. Either she’s in or she’s out because tonight wasn’t just a casual fuck by any means.

“I told you before you climbed into my bed that I can’t do relationships.”

“So you’re going to ignore everything that happened?” I’m standing in the middle of her room naked as the day I was born arguing with a girl about kicking me out. Karma is a bitch.