He laughed softly. “Brat,” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to hers.
She sighed into it, her eyes fluttering closed. Then they popped wide. “Um. What is that?”
He grinned at her and pushed his hips against her. “What? You mean that?”
“Yeah. That.” His cock, which had softened after his orgasm, was showing unmistakable signs of new life. “Um. I don’t mean to be a buzzkill…”
He laughed until she thought he’d burst. “Don’t worry, babe. I know you’re not up for another round. Hold still.”
She winced when he pulled free, her swollen flesh protesting the movement.
“Hang on, sweetheart.” He swiftly removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket, then hitched up his pants. She was just sliding her hands under her body to push herself up when he swung her up into his arms.
She clutched at his shoulders. “What’re you doing?”
He shifted his grip as he strode out into the hall. “We could use a shower.”
She grimaced when she realized just how much lube was smeared all over her bare butt. “Can we do a bath instead?”
“Sure.” His gaze darkened with concern. “Sore?”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “A little. Not too bad.” She frowned when she looked down at herself. Her shirt still hung open, baring her chest, and her skirt was around her waist. The only things still in place were her shoes and her glasses.
“I must look ridiculous.”
He shot her an incredulous look. “If by ridiculous, you meant hot, then yes, you look ridiculous. Did you get new glasses?”
“Oh.” She drew them off with a giggle. “Yeah. You like?”
He grinned and swung into the bath. “I love.”
“I noticed.” She tossed the glasses on the counter as they passed.
“I may make it a rule that you have to wear them whenever we’re home alone.”
“They’re reading glasses,” she reminded him. “I’ll be walking into walls.”
“Then I’ll just carry you everywhere,” he said blithely. “That can be a rule, too.”
She snickered when he set her on the edge of the tub. “Is that how it’s going to be from now on? Rules?”
“Hell, yes.” He flicked on the taps with a wink. “Rule number one: no clothes.”
Her mouth dropped open as he worked the shirt off her shoulders. “Seriously?”
He made quick work of her blouse and skirt, then slipped her shoes off her feet. “Just when we’re home alone.”
“Hmmm.” Her eyes narrowed as he shucked his own clothes. “I don’t know about that. It gets pretty cold in Chicago.”
“We’ll turn the heat up.” He scooped her up and deposited her in the tub, then stepped in behind her. “Rule number two: if you’re naked, you’re wearing the glasses.”
“You’re getting awfully high-handed suddenly.”
He snorted and settled back into the curve of the tub, tugging her back so her back rested against his chest. “Suddenly? You must not have been paying attention.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Right. Any other rules?”
“I’m sure I can come up with a few more.”