I kissed her lips, tracing my tongue along her lush bottom lip. “You’re worth it. So worth it.”
We had fought this hunger for each other for so long. Tonight, with the passion building, we gave in. I knew as soon as my body shivered, releasing every fiber of my need for her, that this had changed everything. I couldn’t go back to being friends. This woman had woven herself in my DNA.
Ari wrapped her leg over me, staring into my eyes until we were fast asleep. I knew before I closed my eyes that this was just round one. I had to have her again before sunrise.
I wanted more of Ari. In every way.
Chapter Seventeen
Ari
The sun was peeking through my blinds, softened by the chiffon curtains. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew it was early. Porter’s head, his curls a bit tousled, rested on my chest and the European pillows supported my back. Even after sex, he smelled so good. Maybe even better. How the hell was that possible?
I can’t believe I’d just had sex with Porter.
I looked around my room. Condom wrappers were on the nightstand and floor. Condoms were in the wastebasket.
Correction: I had sex with Porter multiple times.
Our bodies were wrapped in sheets that were barely on the bed. Porter was sleeping like a baby in my arms. His soft breathing warmed my collarbone. I wanted to pat myself on the back and do my congratulatory “you put it on him” dance until a feeling of dread pricked at corners of my mind.
Oh. My. God. I had sex with Porter. Multiple times!
I felt his chest rise as his eyes opened. I closed my eyes quickly, so he wouldn’t suspect that I’d been staring at him most of the morning.
“Good morning, Mon Coeur,” said Porter in a very husky voice. His morning voice made something tingle deep inside me. Okay. He made my pussy tingle if I was being honest.
I opened my eyes slowly, feigning sleepiness. “Morning, Porter.” I added an exaggerated yawn for good measure. “And I’m sorry but my French is rusty.”
Porter stretched. “It means my heart. My dad called my mom that sometimes. Also, that’s the only French I know. Much to my grandmother’s dismay.”
“Oh,” I responded, surprised. Had we reached pet name level? Damn, I must have really put it on him.
Porter looked up, worry making his nose scrunch up. “That didn’t freak you out, did it?”
I smiled. “Not at all. My dad called my mom juicy. Now that I think about it, it was probably code for something dirty.” I bent down and kissed the top of his head. Porter rose up, his face meeting mine.
“Good.” He kissed me on my lips, hard and deep. He must really like me because, Jesus, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth and my morning breath had been known to make my own eyes water.
Porter got up from bed, and I watched him walk to my unfinished master bathroom. The sunlight hit his very muscular, warm fawn-colored ass just right. I giggled. He looked back at me and winked, continuing into the en suite bathroom. I tried to peek my head to see him, but from my angle on the bed, I couldn’t.
“So, what’s up with the unfinished shower?” Porter yelled out as he used the bathroom.
Ugh. Mr. George. I bit my lip, thinking of the plastic and unfinished tiles where the shower should be. Damn, had I been more decisive, we could have used that shower this morning. Together. I imagined all the hot shower sex we could have had when I heard Porter rustling with the plastic. I snapped out of it.
“Well, Mr. George, my contractor, and I are having a disagreement about what to do in that space,” I shouted back. “I have one idea and he has another.”
“Well, it’s your house so what do you want to do, Ari? By the way, this tile in here is amazing.”
Porter came around the corner, holding one of my fluffy bath sheets. The morning sunlight was doing something amazing to his skin. His chest was smooth, defined, and nearly hairless. The tufts of hair above his manhood were softly light brown and curly. I strangely wanted to twirl my fingers between its softness. I looked down at his masterpiece. God curved it in that “I’m a human G-spot finder” kind of way. I made a mental note to thank God for it in my daily prayers. I glanced up at Porter, whose lips turned up in a devilish grin.
“What do you want to do? I mean, regarding the bathroom,” he said, wrapping the towel around his waist.
I laughed and shook my head, pulling the sheets up to my neck. “Well, I want a very massive shower. Big enough to fit two or three people comfortably.”
Porter raised an eyebrow. “Three people? Ari, what type of freaky stuff are you into? I mean first the sex drawer and now an orgy shower?”
I playfully threw a pillow at him as he laid across my bed on his stomach. “No... I mean well... Yeah, I must admit. I’ve always wanted a shower big enough for me and my future...” I paused. Partner? Lover? HomieLoverFriend? “Resell,” I continued. “But Mr. George thinks if I want to get more bang for my buck in the future, I should probably install a fancy claw-foot tub or some sort of jet tub contraption. I’m not here for it. I’m also not looking to sell anytime soon. I’m already tired of the vultures calling me every week.”
Porter propped his elbows up and his hands on his chin. “Well. What about a compromise? You know, the homes I’ve seen now have the large tub inside the shower. So then, you don’t have water everywhere from your bath. The drainage system is already there. Maybe you can also add some nice rain showerheads as well. And then, you have choices. See, a compromise.”
“Wow. I hadn’t even thought about that. Funny, with as many home improvement shows as I watch, I didn’t think of that idea at all. I’ll have to run that by Mr. George.”
“See, what would you do without me? Partner-in-design,” Porter said, smiling widely. He gently stroked my exposed leg, peeking out from under the sheets. He slid one finger up and down my shin, and then past my thigh. I felt a shiver each time his touch reached the bend of my knee.
“I don’t know. I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately,” I mumbled.
I felt the warmth of his hand move past my knee, under the sheets, and toward my inner thigh. Porter was now on his knees, his hands inching closer toward the growing primal aching that he was causing. He slipped a finger inside me, and I let out a moan. Fuck, I was already wet. It was as if my body instinctively responded to his touch. After last night, he had already claimed his spot forever. I knew it and apparently, so did my pussy.
“Could you do this without me?” he asked in a husky, low voice.
I moaned and arched my back a bit. “Yes, but it wouldn’t be as fun,” I replied, my voice laced and dripping with anticipation. He was such a tease, but I loved it.
I looked over at the clock. Shit. It was almost a quarter past eight. We had to be in the office by nine for morning briefings with the partners.
“Do you want to be late for work?” Porter asked, his voice heavy and thick with lust. “I know your boss. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. But only if you had a valid reason.”