Page 76 of Reckless

“Are you going to ask me personal questions?”

“I might,” I grinned at her and she grinned back. We watched each other for a few beats in a perfectly comfortable silence.

“I should go.” She didn’t move a finger though.

“You should stay,” I said and wondered at my own words.

“I can’t sleep here.”

Her voice was a whisper. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t care. Pushing her to lie on her back, I climbed on top of her.

“I won’t let you fall asleep then.”

***

That night I got a crash course in which body parts Hannah Spencer liked sucked, licked, and rubbed. Her nipples hardened the most when sucked them hard. She preferred slow, leisurely licks between her legs more than being savagely devoured, which was what I wanted to do to her pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her.

When we got out of bed three hours later, a stupid question stood on the tip of my tongue the entire time I watched her getting dressed. She wasn’t even out my door and I already wanted to know when I would see her again. Not to mention we agreed on becoming fuck buddies, not monopolize each other’s time.

She was so tired and sleepy that she didn’t even notice when I slammed the door of the fridge a little too hard, after checking out its contents.

“I don’t have anything to eat in here.”

“I could have told you that without even looking in the fridge.”

A slow, satisfied smile appeared on her face. I always took pleasure in satisfying the women I slept with, but seeing that look on her face made me... It made want to do something. I had no idea what, but I wanted her to never stop smiling at me like that.

“It’s fine,” she walked over to the mirror. “I’ll grab something on my way home.”

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you, Miss Spencer?”

She just shrugged while gathering her hair in a ponytail looking at her reflection. The smug look on her face made me want to prove her wrong. The words fell out of my mouth unwillingly.

“Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?” Her eyes shot up to mine in the mirror. Another shrug, then a blank expression on her face.

“Do you think it’s a good idea?”

“We are sharing a bagel. I’m not taking you to taste wedding cakes.”

She produced the cutest half-smile I had ever seen. Her eyes moved down from my face to my abs, which she spent a lot of time exploring earlier, even though they were completely covered with my t-shirt.

“You don’t look like you eat bagels and cakes. Or any other carbs for that matter.”

“You don’t either, and yet you wolf down chocolate waffles, like someone is counting with a stopwatch.”

“I am not the one pushing thirty here. I can still count on my metabolism.”

“Hilarious.”

She was still examining herself in the mirror when I went to open the door.

“My hair is a mess.”

You have the most beautiful hair I had even seen, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. She didn’t pay any attention to my silence and continued.

“You look like you never missed a night of sleep in your life, and I look like shit,” she pointed at the mirror.

“You don’t look like shit. You look thoroughly fucked. It’s a good look on you. I definitely hadn’t seen it while you were with Dr. Douchebag.”

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