Page 40 of A Home for Harmony
“I’m not sure I’ve had that much sex in a week, let alone a night,” she said. “How many condoms did we use?”
“Only three,” he said. “Over like five hours.”
“That’s a lot,” she said. “For me. And I came once before. Oh my God. I came four times last night. Did you slip something into my drink?”
He wanted to brush his knuckles across his chest but didn’t. That would be a cocky move on his part.
He could still think it though.
“Nope,” he said. “I’m just good.”
“You are,” she said, moving over to kiss him on the lips. He wrapped one arm around her waist. “Very good. Are you going to cook for me too?”
“I planned on it.”
She’d jumped in the shower after him and stayed there longer. He was sure she was trying to ease her achy body.
He might have been a tad bit rough last night and should apologize, but she was equally as rough. He had the scratch marks to prove it. Not just on his back but his ass cheeks too.
“Can I help?” she asked.
“If you want,” he said, moving back. “I cooked all the bacon on Christmas day.”
She bumped her hip into his as she moved over to make a cup of coffee. “I had plenty last night, thank you. You don’t want me to have to go on a diet, do you?”
One side of his lip and eyebrow went up. “You’re just a little thing as it is. I was afraid I was going to break you last night.”
“I might have had that thought too when you flopped down on me. Then when you joked about a heart attack, I thought you gavemeone.”
“My bad,” he said drily.
She crossed the space between them and slipped her arms around his waist, holding him close. He froze for a heartbeat, unfamiliar with the kind of warmth she gave so freely. It wasn’t something women usually offered him.
“I liked that you felt you could joke like that. Maybe you can do it some more. I feel as if it’s hard for you to open that door a little to show your personality.”
He kissed her on the top of her head and had his arm around her for another one-armed hug. “You didn’t think that when it was happening.”
She stepped back when the coffee was done. “I didn’t think I’d be walking stiffly this morning either, but it’s funny how I was wrong on both counts.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have been as rough. But you’re the one who woke me up at midnight for another round.”
“I know,” she said. “I was getting ready to go home and thought, maybe one more for the road. Then we fell back to sleep.”
When she got up at two again to leave, he was too tired for sex but figured a little cuddling would put her back to sleep.
He didn’t remember if he ever cuddled with anyone in his life. Not a partner.
“Sorry you’re in the same clothes,” he said. She had a blue sweater on with a pair of stretchy jeans. Her socks were on her feet, her boots by the door where she carried them down.
She’d combed her hair and put it up in a messy bun on her head.
“It’s fine,” she said. “I showered and put these on before we met for dinner. As we know, they didn’t stay on me very long.”
She’d ended up sleeping naked next to him.
“The same,” he said. “What are you in the mood to eat?”
She shrugged. “Can I look and see what you’ve got?”
