“Oh. Sorry,” I said, laughing. “But with you I never know.”
I finished packing my bag, adding a white strapless sundress and some nude heels, a bathing suit, and my camera. When I was done, I went into the bathroom and pulled an extra toothbrush from my vanity and offered it to Miles. “Want this?”
“Yes, thank you.”
We brushed our teeth side by side at my sink, Miles in his boxer briefs and me in boy shorts and a tank. As our eyes met in the mirror, I felt a funny little flutter in my chest. For all his egotistical jokes and promiscuous ways and his complete refusal to seriously commit to anything except ink, he really was being very sweet to me. He’d make a good boyfriend or husband if he ever decided to get serious. Too bad he’s content to be a man-child his whole life. He’s got a lot to offer someone besides just sex.
He finished up and caught my eye in the mirror. “You look funny when you brush your teeth.”
So much for sweet. I spit and rinsed. “Shut up, I do not.”
“You do, and you get toothpaste all over your face. Look at you, you’re a mess.” He grabbed a hand towel and smashed it over my mouth, tucking me under his arm. “I could make a mess on your face.”
“OK. That’s it.” I took the towel, threw it down, and took him by the shoulders. “You’ve threatened me enough times with a mess. You should fucking do it already.” I marched him backward into my room and pushed him down onto the bed.
“Is this you bossing me around?” he asked, leaning back on his elbows as I yanked his underwear off.
“Yes.”
He grinned. “I like it already.”
I woke up feeling rested and happy, Miles’s arm still curved over my belly, the sheet pulled up to our hips. Smiling, I stayed wrapped up in him a few more minutes before carefully sliding out of bed to use the bathroom. When I came back into my room, he was on his back, one arm over his head. I snickered at his hairy armpit, his messy hair, the scratches on his shoulders. I’d be surprised if there weren’t teeth marks too. I’d been a little out of control last night.
But holy hell, it had been fun. The most fun I’d ever had in bed—and I had three more days of it to look forward to. Three days of guilt-free, uncommitted, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. Beyond that, I didn’t even care.
I poked Miles in the shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead. You talked me into a road trip and I’m ready to go!”
“Oh God, what time is it? How can you get up so early?”
“It’s not early, it’s nine already!”
He groaned, but he sat up and blinked. “I need my glasses. Where the hell did I leave them?”
“In the glove box of your car,” I said, already heading into my closet. “Let me throw some clothes on and grab them while you wake up.”
“Thanks. Keys are on the table in your front hall.”
I put on denim shorts and a soft white t-shirt and tugged my Converse sneakers on my feet. Snagging the keys off the table near the door—my belly cartwheeling at the memory of my back against it—I went outside and practically skipped to the Jeep in the sunshine. What a perfect day to start my vacation.
Ten minute later, Miles had loaded my bag in the car and we were on our way to his house so he could pack. I suggested stopping by Coffee Darling for a couple cups to go, but Miles saw through my plan to check up on things, and we hit Starbucks instead.
At Miles’s house, he packed up a duffel bag while I stripped his bed—we’d left it a mess yesterday morning. When he was done and I’d put fresh sheets on the mattress, he announced he had to write a quick blog post.
“Right now?” I paused in the middle of slipping a pillow into its case.
“Yes, before I forget any of the details of that fuckhot blowjob you gave me last night, although that is not likely to happen in this lifetime. If ever anything was unforgettable, that was it.”
My cheeks got hot. “You can’t write about me giving you a fuckhot blowjob!” I shrieked, although secretly it delighted me to think I might be the subject of one of his lurid posts. Me, of all people. Me!
He laughed. “I love when you say fuck. Listen, men and women depend on me. I make the world a sexier place, therefore a better place, when I share these things. And you’re helping me do that. You should feel proud of yourself.”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “Fine. But don’t use my name.”
“I never use real names.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “It protects the innocent, and it keeps things light. Fun.”