“Well, I used to sit next to you and wonder what it would be like to kiss you. I’d come up with all these crazy ways I could make it happen, then talk myself out of every single one of them.” He shook his head. “I’d think up tons of things I wanted to say to you—I’d even practice my lines—but never actually be able to say them.”
I smiled. “Do you remember what you said to me after we danced at the prom?”
His eyes closed. “Don’t tell me.”
“You said, ‘That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.’”
He groaned. “That is not what I rehearsed. I totally chickened out. Sort of like I did at your bedroom door Saturday night instead of telling you the real reason I was about to knock.”
I feigned shock, my mouth forming an O. “You mean you weren’t really coming to my room with no shirt on to see if I was thirsty? I’m aghast! You had me totally fooled!”
“That’s it.” He lunged for me, picking me up out of the chair and tossing me over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom.
“What is this?” I cried, hitting his butt with my hands. “Kidnapping?”
“We’re not kids anymore.” He entered his bedroom, where just one nightstand lamp was on, and tossed me onto the foot of the bed.
“Hutton, wait!” Lying on my back, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I have to take a shower. I never took one today and I’ve been running around and cooking and getting sweaty. I won’t smell nice.”
Bracing himself above me, he lowered his chest over mine pushup-style and buried his face in my neck. “You smell fucking great. And I’m only going to make you get sweatier.”
I laughed as his scruff tickled my throat. “Compromise—how about you give me ten quick minutes in the shower and then you join me?”
“Five minutes.” He stood up and adjusted the crotch of his pants. “Go.”
I shrieked and bolted for the bathroom, whipping my shirt off on the way and slamming the door behind me. Hutton’s bathroom was airy and luxurious, with a double vanity and a freestanding white tub beneath the window. Next to it was a glassed-in shower with multiple heads and a multi-color pebbled tile floor. But my eyes lingered on that tub.
I glanced back at the door—could I get Hutton into a bubble bath?
After turning on the faucet, I dug through my bag for my lavender and vanilla shower gel and dumped some in. It didn’t create a ton of bubbles, but there were enough to make it look fun and smell good. Then I undressed, tossed my hair up, and slipped into the water.
I closed my eyes for a second, marveling that I was naked in Hutton French’s tub, that in a moment, he was going to come in here and join me. Seventeen-year-old me would be astonished.
It set my mind spinning.
Less than five minutes later, Hutton barged in, buck naked with one hell of an erection. But he stopped short at the sight of me in the tub.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a bath.” I smiled sweetly and splashed a hand in the water. “Come and play.”
He inhaled, and his cock jumped. “What’s that smell?”
“Lavender and vanilla. It’s supposed to relax you.”
“It’s not working,” he said, approaching the tub, his gaze roving hungrily over my skin. “In fact, I’m the opposite of relaxed right now.”
“Then get in with me.” I lowered my chin and looked up at him through my lashes. “I promise to make it all better.”
He shook his head, his eyes still on my breasts. “Felicity, there’s no way we’re both going to fit in that bathtub.”
“I’m not saying it won’t be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure two people as skilled in geometry as we are can come up with a solution to this problem.” I sat up and turned off the water. “For example, you can lie on your back and I’ll lie on top of you—a parallelogram. Or you can sit, and I’ll straddle your lap—more of a trapezoid. Or,” I said, getting to my knees, “you can stand, and I’ll kneel in front of you.”
His cock twitched again. “And what do you call that?”
I licked my lips. “A blowjob.”
Without further argument, he stepped into the tub.
I moved closer, running my hands up the front of his thighs. Then I pitched my idea. “Want to play a little?”
“Play?” His tone was intrigued but cautious. “Play what?”
I looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “My parents aren’t home.”