#ReadytoFly
TEN
#SurpriseSurprise
Heat pools where his hands are resting on my waist. He brings our bodies closer until we’re almost touching, and I can feel his body heat transferring to mine—you’ll get no complaints from me.
Remi’s hand adds pressure on my waist, wherever needed, guiding me through the music. Our bodies move in sync but slowly, swaying left and right with just the right amount of passion between us.
When I look up, the smile he’s sporting lures me further into his embrace. And his eyes—glowing circles with a fire burning inside. It makes me lean into him, and I feel my breasts press against his chest, sending shivers through me. My breathing becomes shallow when he leans down until his face is just above mine.
Suddenly, his hands wrap around my naked ass, massaging the skin there delicately, then pull me up—I gasp, feeling his hot, bare erection. All the air leaves my lungs, leaving me panting in Remi’s arms.
“Remember I told you we’ll kiss when we’re unable to stop ourselves from kissing each other?” he asks, his lips hovering above mine.
“Yes,” I breathe, touching my lips to his—wanting to slip my tongue inside his mouth.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Kaci?”
“Yes.”
“Badly?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then, say it.”
“Kiss m—”
Twisting my hair in his fist, he pulls my head back. Remi’s lips smash mine in an intense kiss, one hand squeezing my breast. His hot mouth evades my senses as my clawing hands and low throat whimpers encourage everything he’s doing. Sweaty skin rubs against sweaty skin, finding even the slightest friction pleasurable. A low rumble echoes from his throat, and those hands travel up until I feel the blissful warmth pinch my nipple.
And I fall.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I jolt from the bed. Cold air slaps against the sweaty T-shirt sticking to my body, and the only remnant of my indecent dream is my struggling lungs, pulling in all the air they can.
Bang. Bang.
The person outside knocks again, hesitantly this time. “Go away,” Candee groans from her bed, pulling the covers over her head. I look at the clock to see it’s eight in the morning. Stumbling out of bed, I walk on wobbly feet, opening the door slightly, and my jaw drops to the floor, seeing a well-dressed Remi standing in front of me with the same sexy smile he had in my dream.
My breathing hitches. I narrow my eyes at him while he continues to stand there smirking. Maybe I need a pinch—I pinch myself, and my eyes stretch wide as I feel the sting. It’s not a dream. Remi is in front of my dorm room.
“Hi.” His croaky voice does delicious things to what’s already melting inside me, while the door is the only thing preventing me from pooling on the floor. Because let’s be serious, after that dream, I’m horny, and Remi’s got all the right equipment.
“Hi,” I mutter, my voice refusing to cooperate, knowing it’s too early in the morning. I pop my head outside, hoping no one saw him, and invite him inside. “Come.” I open the door and walk in, letting him follow me.
When I turn to him, Remi’s smirk turns bashful as he roams his gaze over my body. I instinctively look down only to remember I’m wearing the pajamas I bought last summer from an erotica author’s merch, thinking the words written on it were funny. The words that are spread over my boobs say, “Squeeze us, please” and the ones across my butt say, “And these buns ain’t gonna spank themselves.” I cringe. This is what the heroine says to the hero to seduce him, and I loved that scene, but no one was supposed to see these. Especially not Remi. Earthquake, where are you? Please swallow me.
“Nice pj’s,” Remi comments, a small smile playing on his lips. His gaze flicks over the words on my boobs once again.
Heat caresses my cheeks. “Thanks,” I mumble, mentally trying to find a hole I could fit in.
“You’ve got some interesting clothes,” he praises, and I wince.
“She’s got more interesting things beneath those clothes,” Candee mumbles from her bed.
Our heads whip toward Candee’s sleeping figure. As if Remi’s comments were not enough to embarrass me, Candee’s making sure to paint me red.
“I’m sure,” Remi murmurs, and to say that it somehow inflates my ego is an understatement. It’s bad … bad … bad.
His hands slide in his pockets, and my eyes instantly zone in on those flexing arm muscles. My body remembers the feel of those hands in my dream. His gaze roams around the room as I stay fixated on him, taking in his square face, his amber eyes, and that light stubble on his structured jaw—dear lord, is it the dream or is Remi looking even sexier today?
It’s the dream, Kaci. Just the dream.
And maybe the anticipation of kissing him.
And his eyes—
No. Stop!
“So …” I begin, but my voice cracks—I’m still in the dream daze. I clear my throat, trying not to embarrass myself further. “What brings you here?” I ask.
His eyes widen slightly, and he opens his palms toward me. “Yeah, I texted you, but you didn’t reply, so I thought I’d come and ask you in person,” he explains, getting those hands back in his pockets—and the arms flex again—and of course I’m noticing. I shouldn’t. But I am.
“Oh. I didn’t check it,” I say, my gaze moving to his Adam’s apple as he speaks. Holy shit—did it bob the same way when he was speaking yesterday? Nope … no, it’s definitely different today. I feel a tingling sensation pooling in an intimate part of me.
He bites his smiling lips, and clears his throat, bringing my gaze back to his. “Um, you said something?” I ask, knowing I was too busy lusting after him to care.
“Yeah …” he says through a smirk. “I said, since I didn’t have your number, I took the liberty of taking it from the form you filled in for the class.” The skin between his eyebrows creases. “Sorry”—he shrugs—“but Wylla is going on this trip with her support group, and she wanted to have her hair styled in a weird way.” He stops and flinches. “I can’t do it, and she’s adamant about having it done that way, so I texted you, and since you didn’t reply and we live pretty close by, I thought I’d see if you could … come … you know?”
I could come, all right—that pun was fully intended. And have I mentioned how much I like that kid? Well, I like her a lot more now.
That dream must have turned me into iron because Remi feels like a magnet, and all my body wants is to stick with his. “Of course. I’d love that,” I breathe. “Let me change, and then we can go,” I say, already making my way to the closet.
“Great,” he says, and I return my attention to him. He clasps his hands together and walks backward. “I’ll wait downstairs.”
You don’t have to, my brain says, but of course, he’s already out of the door.
“C’mon, let’s get you in something flirty,” Candee says, throwing the covers back and jumping out of the bed to join me near the closet.
“I’m just going to help Wylla with her hair,” I reason, but Candee is too busy looking for flirty clothes to listen.