Everything Unexpected (7 page)

I keep still, contemplating my next move but Leah already seems to have one in mind. She steps away from the couch, moving towards me before turning to the left, past the foos table Bryan and I bought and straight for my bedroom. She stops at the door of my room and glances back behind her, her body twisting. She’s waiting for me to follow. I take a second to look at this girl, really look at her. A girl who has completely shocked the hell out of me tonight. She’s taken complete control while remaining as cool and collected as can be. I’m amazed by her right now. My eyes move from her face downwards, stalling momentarily at her breasts before moving further south to her hips then down her legs. The thought of those legs wrapped around my waist spurs me into action.

I take the few steps I need to reach her, determination getting stronger the closer I get. As soon as she is within touching distance, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and crash my lips to hers. The rest of her body follows suit, her breasts crushing against my chest. One of her legs steps in between mine and I feel the other rise, her inner thigh rubbing against the outside of mine. Already this is better than any thought, dream or fantasy I ever had of us. Our breathing quickly turns into pants and I feel her hands fall to my waist, her fingers finding their way under my shirt, leaving a burning trail wherever she touches.

I move away from her lips, licking my way down her neck. She tastes both sweet and salty. Sweet in the way I had always figured she would, salty from the remnants of sweat her dancing brought on. I lick slowly, going lower to the base of her neck before coming up the other side. I bite her earlobe, pushing her hoop earring aside. I hear her let out a shaky breath that tells me she likes this. That I’ve found one of her sweet spots that will drive her nuts. I want to explore the rest of her body and find out how many more she has.

I lead us further into my room, kicking the door closed behind me, not wanting to be interrupted should Bryan come home. The minute I close the door, we are enveloped by darkness. I give her a quick kiss on the lips, simply resting mine on hers for a few seconds before I pull away to switch on the lamp that sits on my dresser. Dim gold light illuminates the room, casting a warm glow over Leah.

I’ve always knows she was gorgeous. Anyone can see that by looking at her. But seeing her now, in my room, just a hint of light bouncing off her, she looks more like a dream. A dream I’m going to live.

I step away from the dresser and stand in front of her again. We’ve come this far and I know soon there will be no going back. I reach and pull my shirt over my head, dropping the material to the floor. I wait for her reaction, her eyes following the shirt as it falls by my feet. She looks back up, finding an expression that tells her I’m waiting, daring her to respond in kind. I see her shoulders rise slightly with an intake of breath before she reaches down and lifts up her own top, revealing a black, lace, strapless bra. I hear the light sound of her top hitting the floor but my eyes stay glued to her chest. To the lace bra that hides nothing. To her nipples that are dark and hard. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Leah’s breasts. A year ago, a bunch of us took a weekend and rented a beach house in the Keys. One day while I was in Leah’s room and she was in the en suite changing, I caught a glimpse of her taking her bikini off. The bathroom door wasn’t fully closed and I could see her reflection in the mirror. She had no idea but I couldn’t look away. Much like I can’t look away now. Only this time, she’s watching me as I do it.

“In the cab, I wondered what color your panties were,” I tell her, looking back up to her face. If my words shocked her, she’s hiding it well. “Are they black to match? White? A color I’d be surprised by?”

With every question, I take a step closer and closer. I’m excited when she doesn’t back away, thrilled when I see a hint of pink blush on her chest and turned on I’ve managed to get that reaction from her again so quickly. “Are you going to show me, Comb?”

It takes everything she has to stay standing the way she is, unyielding. I’m sure of it. Her eyes glare, her posture straightening. She takes one small step before her arms move back behind her back. I hear the sound of a zipper coming down. I exhale, not wanting her to see just how much that little sound affected me. Confidently and without hesitation, her hands move to the waistline of her skirt and she slowly pulls it down, letting it fall around her heeled feet. She stands in front of me now, clad only in that black lace bra and a pair of silk panties.

“Pink,” is all I can think to say.

“Pink,” she repeats.

One foot in front of the other, I come at her, one arm sneaking around her waist, the other to the side of her face. This time when I kiss her, I use all the pent up attraction I’ve had for her for the last five years. I kiss her for all the years I didn’t. I kiss her so she knows that for the last five years, I’ve yearned for this, even if I didn’t realize it. I kiss her for five years of neglected lust and ignored attraction.

I nip at the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and the spot just below her ear. I want to taste every part of her. I feel her hands grip me harder when I nip at her skin with my teeth. I move lower to her shoulder, following the line of her collarbone with my tongue. I move to the center of her chest, licking and kissing down to the space between her lace-covered breasts. I look up from this position, slowly moving my hands behind her back, communicating what I’m about to do. My fingers skim her soft skin until they find the clasp. My fingers hover for a second, giving her a chance to stop me, but she doesn’t. Swiftly, I unclasp her bra and it falls easily to the floor next to the rest of her discarded clothes. My eyes are now perfectly aligned to her newly naked breasts. They are full, big enough for me to palm in each hand. I cup them, lifting one slightly for me to taste. I suck on her nipple, closing my eyes, imagining what else I could do to them.

My own excitement is unreal and I know I’m going to be in need of my own release soon, my jeans quickly becoming too tight. After teasing and giving her other nipple the same attention, I lead us back towards the bed. I lay her down and immediately fall on top of her, resting on my forearms. Once again, I go to work teasing her breasts, licking and nibbling my way down to her belly button. I feel her body squirm, raising off the mattress higher and higher the lower and lower I go.

I sit up on my knees in between her legs. My eyes study her body, appreciating it. She’s full of soft curves and they’re all so incredibly sexy. Most of my experiences lately have been with models whose ribs are visible and hip bones jut out. Leah’s body is toned but…womanly. There is no place on her body I don’t want to touch, feel, and kiss.

My hands reach for my belt and I unbuckle it, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper. Already I feel better. I pull at my jeans, kicking them to the side. Leah watches me, her eyes focused on every move I make. My eyes fall to the sweet spot between her legs. I grin, seeing the evidence of her arousal through the pink silk.

As I’m about to move down and kiss her, her hands brace my shoulders, stopping me. I look up, raising an eyebrow.

“You have protection, right?” she asks.

I smile.

“Of course. Don’t worry,” I tell her. I climb back up, placing a kiss on her cheek before twisting over to the night stand, opening the drawer. My hand digs around, moving quickly in search of a tiny foil package. When I can’t feel one, I move closer, taking a look inside.

My heart drops to my stomach. The drawer is empty of condoms. I look a little further back, but there’s nothing. Only my passport stares back at me. Immediately, I think to go to my emergency back-up, the lone condom I carry around with me in my wallet. Then another crushing blow sweeps over me when I think of Adele, the swimsuit model from a few weeks ago.

This can’t be happening.

Leah’s head turns to the side, to the empty drawer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say. I quickly think of what to do. “Nothing, just give me one sec.”

I hop off the bed and rush out of the bedroom. I pray Bryan can help me out. I run into his room, stepping over some of his clothes littering his floor and make my way to his bedside table. I open the drawer, finding a few
Playboys
and some junk receipts.

“Please,” I whisper, nearly begging. “Please be in here.”

I start to pull out the magazines, one by one when I don’t find anything. Finally, a glint of purple foil catches my eye in the back of the drawer.

“Thank you, God!” I say pulling out the two remaining wrappers. I kiss the small packets and quickly make my way back to my room. As soon as I close the door behind me, I freeze. Leah is no longer in the same position she was when I left. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her long loose golden hair falling down the length of her back.

My heart tightens at the thought that she’s stopping this. My thoughts quickly move from
I can’t believe this,
to
okay, maybe it’s for the best,
back to
I can’t fucking believe this.
I step further into the room, almost meeting the bed. I try to calm myself knowing that whatever happens next is probably for the best.

“Comb,” I start, but don’t know what else to say.

Disappointment washes over me and I don’t want to say something I might later regret. I try and form coherent sentences in my head, stringing words together to ensure there’s no hard feelings. I open my mouth, ready to tell her all this but my lips refuse to move when she stands from the bed. My eyes lower from her back down to her ass. They’re no longer covered in pink silk. I swallow.

Slowly she turns, revealing herself to me. Revealing everything. Standing in front of me is the most beautiful, sexy, completely naked woman I’ve ever seen. Only a small amount of trimmed, tidy dark hair is left from where the pink silk once was.

“Wow,” I say, stunned.

I look up to meet her eyes but something is off. I see worry there.

“Promise me things won’t get weird after,” she says seriously.

I nod, silently agreeing because I still can’t seem to make actual words come out of my mouth.

But she repeats herself. “Promise me,” she says with more vigor. “Promise me things won’t change.”

Her tone indicates just how much this promise means to her. I want to tell her nothing could change how I feel about her, nothing could ruin our friendship. That she’s one of the most important people in my life. And if she was really, truly concerned, we could stop this and forget it ever happened. We could get dressed and never speak of it again. And I
would
do it, all to reassure her.

But, because I’m selfish and a man, I look her in the eyes and promise what I know could never be one hundred percent true.

“I promise. Nothing will change.”

A small smile forms on her face.

Then, as if straight out of a porn video, she crawls on her hands and knees over the bed and waits for me. I show her the two foils I brought back with me before I toss them on the bed, bringing my hands to the waist of my boxer briefs and pull them down. Her eyes flare open just slightly at the sight of me.

“Tell me what you like,” I ask her.

She lets out a small laugh. “You didn’t strike me as the kind who needed coaching.”

Coaching? Is she serious?

“I was trying to be courteous.”

A sly, vixen-like smile appears on her face. “Trust me. If you aren’t doing something right, you’ll know.”

Five years I’ve known Leah. I know about her parents, she’s even met mine. She’s fallen asleep on my couch hundreds of times watching movies. I know how she takes her coffee. What her favorite foods are. Who her celebrity crush is. But now, after having watched her crawl across my bed with that smile, I have no idea who this girl is.

I cock my head to the side. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” I say confidently.

I climb up on the bed, both of us on our knees, only inches of space separating us. I scan her body, not sure where I want to touch her first, how and with which part of my own body. All of me wants to touch all of her, smell all of her, taste all of her. A distant part of my brain is telling me this may be the only time this will ever happen with us so I should savor it.

My hand reaches up and my fingers slowly brush across her chest, down the side of her body. My fingers trail from her hip to her pelvic bone, to the spot right below her belly button. I’m about to bring them back up when she grabs my hand with both of hers and lowers my fingers to where she wants them to be. She’s wet and soft and so warm.

My eyes dart up to her face, surprised by her forceful actions, but then again, everything about tonight, about her, has been a surprise.

“I’m dying here,” she whispers. “Please don’t keep me waiting.”

Her words are like a switch. No longer do I want to take my time and relish this moment. All I want is to be inside her.

My hands frame her face and I kiss her. I kiss her with the foresight of what is about to happen. I’m a little rough and forceful with my hands, my tongue, my lips. But the best part? She gives it back one hundred percent. She matches my pace so well, I’m not sure who’s leading whom.

My hands fall to the back of her thighs and I lift her enough to drop her down on the mattress. A small breath escapes her lips before mine are back on them, our tongues dueling for control once again. I lick, kiss, and bite down her neck, chest, and breasts. She wiggles a little under me, my teeth affecting her the way I want. I rise up onto my knees, both of her legs on either side of me. Just a few inches away is the one place on her body I have yet to truly explore. To really touch and feel. The one spot I haven’t been able to breathe in yet. She watches me stare at her, and I love how unabashed she is by it. It turns me on even more—something I didn’t think possible. I put two fingers in my mouth, wetting them before I bring them down to touch her. She’s smooth like the silk panties she wore and I move my fingers in small circles, finding her most sensitive spot, watching her facial expressions change. Her eyes close slowly, her breathing becoming deeper, her arms falling back over my pillows.