Tiger (Brian&Leah, 2)

30. Beginnings

BRIAN

Leah's fingers thread through my dark hair as I rotate my hips, looking for the angle she likes.

Her eyes peer into mine, and her pink lips part, begging to be kissed.

"Like this?" I whisper against her mouth, moving faster.

A small moan tells me she likes what I'm doing. I doubt it can compare to how much I enjoy making love to her.

Leah's legs wrap around me. She closes her eyes and pulls my face to hers. Mouths joined in a deep, desperate kiss, we move together, consumed by each other.

She finishes first, gasping into my mouth, tugging at my hair as she lets go.

A groan pushes past my lips. I collapse on top of her, panting.

"Good morning," I say into Kitten's neck, pressing wet kisses to the tender skin.

She beams at me. "Hey."

I brace my weight on my forearms and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You okay?"

She nods, a frown flits across her flushed face.

"Wait." I peck Kitten's lips and slide out of her, wishing I didn't have to.

After popping into the bathroom, I'm back under the covers with Leah in my arms.

"Does anything bother you?" I ask.

Leah shakes her head and hooks an arm around my neck, pulling my body flush to hers.

I trace patterns on her back and kiss her forehead.

"Do you think we were loud?" she asks, proving me right. She was worried, perhaps even uncomfortable.

"Sean's a heavy sleeper," I say. "It's barely seven a.m."

"Okay, but were we?"

I slide my hand down and squeeze Kitten's cute ass. "You're my girl, and this is my place as much as it is his. Even if he'd heard something, I believe he would've been cool with it."

Sean isn't a bad guy, and he's a good roommate, but Leah didn't have enough time to get to know him. There weren't many opportunities for them to talk.

"I guess," she says, but there's little conviction in her tone.

"We weren't loud, baby, okay?" I say. It's not a lie. I held back, and so did she. A part of me wishes we didn't have to. It was definitely easier back at my parents', where we were almost always alone.

"Okay." Leah smiles and flattens a palm on my chest, making me lie on my back. I pull her to me, but she straddles me instead.

"The boy will wake up," I say, raising my hips.

Kitten giggles. The sound makes me grin as I run my fingertips over her hips and waist, unable to look away.

"I just wanted to say I have a present for you." Leah bites her lip and nods toward her purse on the chair by the desk.

"A present?"

"Yeah. Your first day as a college student is a big deal."

My stomach flutters. I grip Kitten's waist and move her off me to get my gift.

A heavy package wrapped in dark blue paper is in my hands when I return to her side. She makes space for me and leans her head on my shoulder as I unwrap it.

"Notebooks?" I smile.

"I hope you like them. I know you prefer writing to typing, and I thought these were cute for a guy."