Page 64 of We Own Tonight
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I rub my hand on his shoulder and sigh. “I likethis.”
“Cuddling?”
“Cuddling withyou.”
He chuckles. “You could’ve had this the first night, but you ranout.”
My cheeks burn, remembering the frantic way I threw my clothes on and rushed off the bus. “Because I had sex withyou!”
“We had sex just now,” Eli reminds me as if I could possiblyforget.
“So not thesame.”
“We can’t go backward thistime.”
I brush my thumb across his lower lip. “Please don’t make me care about you if you’re going to leaveme.”
That is the bottom line to all my issues. When I care about someone, they’re gone. If I fall in love with him and lose him, I don’t know if I’llendure.
“I’m not goinganywhere.”
“Good.”
“So, was tonight better than the first time? Or do I need to go again to be sure?” His brow raises, and I smack hischest.
“Yes, Eli, your performance wasstellar.”
“Medalworthy?”
I push onto my elbow, but he pulls me back down. “You’re such aguy.”
“I damn well better be. I’m pretty confident I just proved it as well. How many orgasms was that?Two?”
Three, but I’m not telling him that. His ego is already inflated. “You should know if you were gifting themout.”
“I’m like fucking Santa Claus, only I come every night with yourpresents.”
I burst out laughing and roll off his chest. He shifts so he’s braced over me and gives me a brilliantsmile.
“You’re really lucky you’re so hot. If you keep saying shit like that, no woman is going to stickaround.”
Eli’s emerald eyes pierce mine. “There’s only one woman I’m worried about rightnow.”
I smile, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. “Goodanswer.”
His stomach growls even louder than the first time. He pulls back with a different need in his eyes. “On second thought . . . what kind of food do youhave?”
“How do you feel about junk food?” Iask.
I throw on Eli’s T-shirt and hop out of bed. I’m a closet junk food freak. There’s something about cookies that I can’t quit no matter how many hours I have to spend at the gym to burn off the calories. We make our way into the kitchen, grab a few things, and plop on thecouch.
“No judging.” I point at him. “I likefood.”
His hands rise. “Nonehere.”
I take the first Double Stuffed Oreo out and twist the cookie apart. The obvious thing would be to lick the icing before eating the cookie part, however, that isn’t how I roll. Instead, I grab one of the Chips Ahoy cookies and place it between the two halves, making an Oreo and Chips Ahoy cookie sandwich. I like chocolate chip cookies, and I love the icing from Oreos—so, this is my perfectcookie.
