White is for Virgins (61 page)

The desperation in her voice let me know I’d be doing her a huge favor in agreeing. The thought of sharing a room with Fox, all by myself, sent shivers up my spine.

“That’s fine, Lily,” I told her. She grinned, hugging me.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling him in the direction of our room.

I headed for Fox’s suite. He didn’t say anything at first.

“I take it Nick’s not coming back,” he guessed once we were in the room. I shook my head, at which point he locked up the room – our room, I could say.

I sat down on the side of the first bed and fiddled with my fingers while Fox unbuttoned his vest and loosened his tie.

“What a day,” he sighed, slipping the vest off and hanging it, along with the tie, on a random hanger in the closet.

“M-hm.” I nodded trying not to stare as he un-tucked his dress shirt and began unbuttoning it. There was nothing underneath but bare skin.

“Um,” I said, standing up abruptly and brushing past him. “Do you mind if I take my dress off?”

I winced as I analyzed what I’d just said.

Fox smirked. “Honey, you know I have no objections to that.”

I resisted a blush. “What I meant was: do you have something I can wear instead of my dress? To bed?”

“Sure,” he said, slipping his dress shirt off and handing it to me.

I took the shirt, gaping at his lean, hard stomach and distinct V-muscles. “Uh,” I said, snapping back up to his (now amused) eyes, “is that all?”

“Would you like my boxers, too?” he asked, moving to unbutton his dress pants.

“No thanks,” I murmured, forcing my body into the bathroom and locking the door as I slipped the dress off and tried his dress shirt on.

Oh God, we haven’t even done it and I’m wearing his clothes…

I didn’t look half bad, I decided, twisting in the mirror. My curls were still almost perfectly intact. I quickly buttoned the shirt and stepped back to see how much it covered. Besides the fact that my pink bra was visible through the thin white material, it looked like I was naked. My pink panties were concealed pretty well. I shrugged, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and then moving to confiscate the spider-clips from my head. I almost moaned as I gently released my hair from its stiff confines and let it fall at the sides of my face.

I turned the water on, dipping my face to wash the makeup off. It took quite some time, seeing as I was lacking the proper remover.

Finally, I stepped back to inspect myself one last time.

Okay Emery. He’s waiting.

I pulled the door open and briskly walked out, finding Fox lounging on one of the beds. I was relieved that he was still in his dress pants.

“I don’t know what’s better,” Fox mused, sitting up and watching me as I took a seat next to him, “you in that dress, or you in my shirt…”

I couldn’t resist biting my lip as his eyes soulfully locked with mine.

“You need to stop teasing,
Em,” he said suddenly, looking away and clenching his jaw. “It’s hard enough having you this close and half naked – lip-biting is where I draw the line.”

He’s admitting I have power over him? Oh my G- why does the thought of that excite me?

“Fox,” I started. He slowly turned back to me. “Can we lie down?”

He got up and sat on the other bed, reaching down to take his shoes and socks off.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

“I asked if
we
could lie down,” I repeated, scooting over even further on the bed so he got the idea.

God, I thought he’s done this before…

“You want me to–?”

“Would you mind?” I inquired sweetly.

He smirked, tentatively coming over and sliding up alongside of me. I lifted my head when he placed his arm underneath me and I curled into him. We stared out at the balcony window, which had a pretty nice view of the city and clear night sky.

I turned to look at him. “Fox?”

He turned his head, inches away from mine as I stared up into his eyes. His cologne was doing funny things to my train of thought.

“Do you plan on sleeping in those pants?” I questioned, internally berating myself for asking such a thing – and with such a suggestive tone!

What the hell is up with me?! I’m so asking for it right now!

Something sparked in his eyes as he replied. “I didn’t think you’d be comfortable with me in boxers.”

“I want you to be comfortable; they’re just pants,” I shrugged.

He got up slowly and slid them off before returning to our original position. I forgot to breathe for a moment, suddenly remembering how to as his fingers brought my chin up so I was looking at him again.

His lips laced with mine in a sweet kiss, and I sighed as my mouth opened to his. I turned slightly, placing my hand on his chest as his free hand found my cheek in a familiar, soothing caress. Suddenly I found myself trailing my fingers down his smooth, hot chest; I felt his fingers slipping through my hair and his hand pulling my face closer. A moan escaped my throat and I fought the urge to move closer to him, to create some kind of friction. I lost that battle soon enough, bringing my body against his and intertwining my legs with his. He groaned as we began to rub our bodies together. I could not fight the noise my body wanted to make in response to the feeling.

I found myself flipped onto my back as Fox continued our heated lip-lock and gripped my hips. My shirt had ridden up somehow. I relished the tickly, yet extremely pleasant feeling of his fingertips against my skin. One hand went across my stomach while the other began unbutton my shirt from the bottom up. I hadn’t even noticed it until half the buttons were undone. I ran my nails down Fox’s back, unable to stop what was inevitably going to happen. I arched my body and brought my hands to his strong neck, willing myself to completely forget to think.

He suddenly pulled away. I slowly opened my eyes, finding his lustful emerald ones boring into mine. They seemed to be searching for some kind of indication.

“Emery,” he breathed, “what are we doing?”

“I’m pretty sure you know what we’re doing…” I said with a shaky voice.

I wanted this. From what I felt pressed against my thigh, I was more than positive Fox wanted it just as much, if not more.

I wanted this…

He rolled off, landing next to me on his back and staring up at the ceiling. I heard him exhale deeply, unable to stop staring at the tent I had helped pitch in his black boxers.

Oh my God. We’re literally a pair of boxers and panties away…

“I don’t want things to get carried away if you’re not completely sure,” he said, eyes trained on the ceiling the entire time.

I looked to the ceiling as well.

I want this – it feels right. It’s the perfect time… he’s the perfect person… why am I not pouncing on him right now? With all this talk about sex I’ve convinced myself I’m ready. I should be wrapping my legs around his wonderfully sexy waist right now… I should be playing with his hair and clawing his back and…

After a couple more questions, it hit me. I wasn’t ready. I wouldn’t be laying there trying to convince myself if I was. It wasn’t even a problem as to who I wanted to lose it to – it was
when
I wanted to lose it. I wanted to wait a bit more. I wanted to have a guarantee that I wouldn’t be left alone after, and forgotten. I didn’t want to screw things up with Fox…

If I hadn’t already.

“You know last weekend?” Fox started suddenly, “My mom called me…”

“Oh yeah?” I turned to look at him. He eased a little closer, placing his arm beneath my head again and letting me curl into him.

“Yeah, it was really weird. She barely ever talks to me, unless it’s a holiday or some special occasion.”

“So why’d she call?” I asked, tracing little circles on his chest.

“She wants me to come visit her.”

“That’s nice,” I smiled, “When?”

“The summer.”

“Where does she live? Far from here?” I continued tracing patterns, all the while wondering if I should stop teasing him.

“Italy.”

“Oh wow,” I said. My fingers had stopped their dance on his skin as soon as the European country’s name left his lips.

“Yeah,” he sighed, seemingly deep in thought. “I don’t know...”

“Are you mad at her or something?”

“Not exactly. I mean, I’m pissed she left, yeah, but whenever she calls she always seems so happy. She loves it there. She has her own vineyard and she gets to paint – that’s all she’s ever wanted, really. A brush, a canvas, some paint, and some wine,” he smirked.

I smiled. It was a small smile, but a part of me was happy for him. “She’s living her dream,” I noted, “And she wants to share it with you. I think you should go.”

“I already bought my ticket,” he admitted.

I didn’t say anything at first. I let it sink in that I’d potentially missed my chance at having sex with Fox… Part of me hated that I’d killed the night because it was possibly the last one I’d ever have with him, but a whole other part of me was relieved that I hadn’t done the deed and then cried myself to sleep every night of the summer when he found some sexy Italian girl and eloped with her and forgot all about me.

“When do you leave?”

“Graduation night,” he stated. I could tell his face was as expressionless as his voice.

I yawned, curling into him more so that he wouldn’t see the tears that had collected in my eyes. If I said anything more he’d hear the sadness in my voice. I didn’t want to give myself away.

It was all over – before it even ever really began.