His lips trailed her jaw before kissing her ear and taking her lobe in his mouth to suck. She giggled some more, feeling euphoric and satisfied as his hands moved up from her waist to her breast. He cupped her and then whispered, “Now tell me again, whose sweatshirt was that?”

She laughed out loud at that. “I have to tell you, don’t I?”

“If you want me to do what I just did and more, then yes.”

God, he was a dork. She was smiling so hard she was sure her face was going to break. “Yours. It’s yours, but now it’s mine cause I’m stealing that sucker. It’s comfy and smells like you.”

Shit, she didn’t mean to say that last bit. She thought he might have not heard it because he rolled off her and headed towards the couch. She watched his sexy ass move as he bent down, grabbing something before coming back to the bed with the remote, popcorn, and ice cream. He stood, perfectly naked with a grin on his face, before jerking his thumb behind him and asking, “Wanna take a shower first before we go to bed?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Go to bed?”

He looked confused as he asked, “What?”

“What do you mean ‘go to bed’?”

He smiled. “I mean, lie in that bed, eat that popcorn and ice cream, and watch the movie. Afterwards, I want to make you scream some more, and then I want to go to sleep with my c**k against your sweet ass.”

She wanted to laugh, but instead she said, “You aren’t sleeping here.”

“Yes I am. I leave soon and I’m gonna be gone for twenty-one days, so for tonight, I want to be able to spread your legs open and get inside without having to get dressed and drive all the way over.” She went to object, but he said, “Now, I know that look, don’t start. I was told I get popcorn, ice cream, and sex. I only got one of the three so far.”

She laughed. “First, you invited yourself and second, I never said anything about sleep.”

“So what, come on, let’s go take a shower first,” he said, pulling her by her ankle across the bed, but being careful not to knock over the popcorn or ice cream.

“That’s fine, but you aren’t sleeping over. That’s what people who are dating do.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s what friends do. We are friends. Skylar and Claire are having a sleepover and so are we.”

She laughed. “I could say something that would f**k with your head so bad right now.”

He glared. “I know, and don’t you dare, or I’ll stay and only eat ice cream and not you.”

That stopped her laughter. Soon he was the one chuckling as she glared. “Now, as I was saying, let’s go get in the shower, and then let’s get in bed.”

She knew she should say no. She knew it was a horrible idea because, despite what he said, it was what people who dated did. She felt the need to reiterate that they were not dating but instead, she took his hand and let him pull her into his arms. She also allowed him to kiss her senseless before taking her in the bathroom, where he slowly scrubbed her down and washed her hair. She even allowed him to cuddle beside her and feed her ice cream and popcorn before f**king her so hard, she was in heaven. And then, she allowed him to lie beside her and hold her, with his c**k against her ass, as she slowly closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

Chapter 18

WHEN REESE woke up the next morning beside Phillip’s warm body, her body so deliciously tired, she decided that she couldn’t find one thing wrong with allowing any of what happened the night before. Was that bad? Probably. Would she over analyze everything later? Yeah. Did she care? Hell no. Snuggling closer, she smiled when his arms tightened around her, enveloping her strongly, with his smell intoxicating her as she closed her eyes. His lips brushed her temple before he let her go and rolled out of bed. She groaned as she reached for him playfully.

“Hey, where you going?”

He smiled back at her as he pulled his shorts up, covering the long, thick, delectable part of him. “And you didn’t want me to stay last night. Look at you, all sexed up, wanting me to come back to bed.”

She gave him a shy smiled, covering her mouth with the blanket. “Shut up.”

He crawled over her, pressing his hard body against hers, before pulling down the blanket and covering her mouth with his. He parted only a breath before whispering, “Fine, I won’t mention that you loved having me in your bed, but I know it’s true.”

“Whatever,” she growled against his lips before asking, “Where are you off to?”

“After last night, I need food. Stat.”

“Mm,” she moaned, running her hands down his back and cupping his ass in her hands. “I like food.”

“Me too, don’t move. I’ll be back.”

She smiled before he gave her a quick peck and crawled off her, going towards her kitchen. She watched as he searched her fridge, getting out a few things before going to work.

“You cook?” she asked, surprised.

He threw her a grin over his shoulder. “I do.”

“I’m impressed.”

He kept smiling as he beat eggs. “Good, I like impressing you.”

A smile graced her face as she watched him. She didn’t know why she liked that it pleased him to impress her but she did. It made her breathless and excited. She took in all of him. His strong arms and gorgeous back flexing with each move he made. She was hungry, starved even, but more for him than the amazing smelling food he was cooking. He was quick and efficient in the kitchen, exactly like he was on the ice. It was mesmerizing and surprisingly, it turned her on. It didn’t take much when it came to Phillip Anderson though.