62 - Oakley.

Gently, I rub my fingers in circles over her thigh, enjoying the way her skin feels beneath my calloused fingers. She fidgets a little, getting restless the more I touch her. After about twenty minutes, she sighs in defeat. "You aren't watching it, are you?"

I press my lips against her neck and breathe deeply. "It's so hard when you are anywhere near me to focus on anything."

She sighs and grabs the remote, switching off the movie. "Any dessert?"

I tilt my head. "I have Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the freezer."

"What kind?" She gives me a stern look. "Your answer might change my opinion of you."

"It's salted caramel core." I laugh. "Do I pass your test?"

Her face lights up. "Yes, because that is my favorite." She jumps up and rushes out toward the kitchen.

I stand and follow her, leaning on the doorframe into the kitchen and watching as she rifles through my freezer. Her nightgown rides up her legs, giving me a teasing view of my favorite part of her body. "What do you think you're d