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The word is soft, but insistent. I’m still in an orgasm haze, even though I’ve already disposed of the condom. “Yeah?”
She runs her hand down my arm, and hell, do I ever love that she’s using her permission slip at last. She can keep those hands on me all night long. I fucking love how she touches me, how much she wants to explore. She makes me feel like a cat, arching, purring, asking for more.
Turning to her side, she props her head in her hand, resting on her elbow. “We should talk. Don’t you think?”
“Sure.” I still sound groggy, but it’s just the drug wearing off. The drug of her. Sobriety doesn’t interest me, though. I need another hit. I kiss her neck, inhaling her clean skin.
She wriggles against me, gliding her hands over my belly. “Mmm. You’re distracting me.”
“I’m good at that.” I nibble on her earlobe, flicking my tongue against her red cherry earrings. “These are sexy.”
“Thank you.”
I run my hand through her hair. “Your hair is sexy.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
“You’re sexy.”
She smiles, then wiggles her eyebrows. “And to think I was positively sure you were pretty much a blonde or bust type of guy.”
I scoff. “Well, you were wrong.”
“I suppose I was. What a surprise. A welcome one, since I didn’t think you were into me.”
Time to roll my eyes like I’ve never rolled them before. “You find it surprising that I like you? After we just fucked each other’s brains out?”
A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. “Maybe.” She shrugs.
“Fine. One roll in the hay isn’t enough evidence for you, so clearly we’ll need to do it again.”
“Well, duh.”
“But maybe you’re right. Maybe fucking each other senseless isn’t proof enough, because I sure as hell thought you would never give me the time of day.”
“Seriously?” Her voice goes soft. “I was never mean to you.”
“I know. You were always good to me. But you were also so tough when I tried to flirt with you. When I did things to get your attention. You were so impervious. So professional.”
“I thought it was all just a game. Just you being your playful self.”
“You did?”
She nods. “I figured the towel drop and the flirty comments were just who you were. And if I let myself think they meant anything more, I’d have been an idiot.”
“They meant more,” I say.
“But I had no idea.” Vulnerability flashes in her irises. “I had to be strong. I had to be professional around you.”
“Why?” I prop my head in my hand, mirroring her.
“I couldn’t risk letting on how I really felt.”
A cocky grin spreads on my face. I poke her shoulder. “Admit it. You do like me.”
Nudging my side, she whispers, “Obviously.” She winks. “I mean,obviouslyI like the orgasm you just gave me. That’s what I wanted to say.”
I flop my head dramatically on the pillow and mime stabbing myself in the heart. “I’m wounded. She only wants me for my dick.”
