Laine climbed back into bed for the third time. She nervously sat up, brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She wanted to go to him. The knowledge that he was in the room next door was too much for her. All she could think about was the kiss they had shared earlier that evening. What would've happened if they hadn't have been interrupted, she wondered. She smiled because she knew exactly what would've happened. And she knew that she wouldn't be alone at 2 A.M. in the room next to his.
She imagined how delicious it would feel to have his arms wrapped around her. The memory of his mouth on hers was enough to turn her on more than any man had before. She shivered. She'd never felt that rush of pure adrenaline and passion from a single kiss. The way his mouth had slanted over hers and the feeling of his tongue delving deep made her delirious and, like an addict, she needed more. Taking a page from her best friend Sheila's handbook she made up her mind, she was going to his room.
As she reached his door she felt a wave of panic. Her body was alight with a tingling excitement and a sudden fear that he would reject her advances. She looked down at her tank top and shorts. Why did she think he would think this is sexy? Ruefully, she stopped before turning the knob. " Just do it!" she said to herself. "If you want it, go get it," she whispered quietly. She straightened her shoulders and shook her head to erase her anxiety. As she reached again for the doorknob, it opened from within. There he was, all 6'3" of him, half naked, sleepy and oh so sexy. She had to fight back the urge to scratch her finger nails down his chest and abs and pulled her hand back to her side.
Noticing her small retreat Kyle hesitated. He could hear the footsteps each time she had come to his door. Each time he waited patiently for her to knock, for her to open the door and jump into his bed. Each time he had been increasingly disappointed when he heard her eventual retreat. He was determined not to let her go again. This time when he heard her footsteps in the hallway he quietly got out of bed and stood behind the door. He could hear her rapid breathing, and heard her whispered admonishments to herself. "If you want it, go get it." Now that was a motto he could get behind! He knew this was the time to open the door. He wanted it, so he was going to go get it.
At the sight of her in skimpy tank top and short shorts, his cock strained against his boxers. The angle of the door allowed him to maintain this mystery as he peered out at her, enjoying her embarrassment for having been caught outside his door.
"Can I help you, Laine?" He cajoled. "Is there something you WANT?"
Her cheeks and chest turned a shade darker, with the realization that he had heard her whispering to herself. She stared into the center of his chest and didn't make a sound. Then suddenly, she looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes and said simply, "I want you."