“Sure.”
I got up and went into the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, removing the condom and wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it away and washing my hands. In the mirror, I saw what a mess my hair was and tried to smooth it back a little, or else it was going to be really obvious to the sitter what I’d been up to.
When I entered her room again, she was still lying in bed on her side, a sheet pulled up to her waist. “I’m being lazy,” she said, a guilty look on her face.
“You’re entitled.” I couldn’t help staring at her a moment, her cheeks flushed, her skin rosy gold in the lamplight, her brown hair splayed over the white pillowcase. “I wish I could be lazy with you.”
She pulled back the sheet. “You can.”
I hesitated for less than three seconds before getting back in bed beside her. “I can’t resist you. But you have to kick me out in ten minutes.”
“OK.” She laid her cheek on my shoulder and put a hand on my chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t try to tempt you.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry. It will be OK. If there’s a meltdown, I’ll handle it and I will remember that this feeling was worth it.”
“Awww.” She kissed my chest and threw one leg over mine. I could feel the dampness on her thighs, and my cock twitched.
Fuck. Just don’t put your hand on it. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to say no.
But she didn’t touch me there. Instead she brushed her fingertips back and forth over my chest. For a moment, I wished I had a body like Sebastian’s—bulging with muscles, cut with lines. I was muscular in an athletic way, but I didn’t have the kind of abs and arms he did.
“I love your body,” she said, as if she could read my mind.
I laughed a little. “I was just thinking I wish I had more time to spend at the gym.”
“What?” She picked up her head and gave me a furrowed-brow frown. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Settled again, she slid her hand around my ribcage and hugged me tight. “You’re perfect. You’re real.”
“Well, thank you. You’re perfect too, but actually you’re unreal. Too beautiful.”
She snorted. “Please. I think unreal would have bigger boobs and a better ass. If I wasn’t so tall, I could probably wear the same clothes I wore in middle school.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I kissed her head again. “You have a beautiful body. Perfect legs, perfect ass, perfect breasts, and—don’t think I’m weird, but I fucking love your neck and shoulders. This necklace drove me crazy the first time I saw you in it, at the wedding, and then when I saw you had it on again tonight, I almost lost it right there at the bar.” I touched the pearls on her neck, then ran my hand down her arm. “And your skin is like heaven. What the hell do you put on it anyway, to make it feel like satin? And it smells so good—like grapefruit or something, but it’s so sweet. ”
She laughed. “Thanks. That’s probably essential oil. I have an allergic reaction to most perfumes.”
I inhaled deeply. “God, I love it.”
Her fingers found my scar and traced it. “What’s this from?”
“That is from an unfortunate run-in with a chain link fence. I was trying to climb over it and my shoelace got caught. The top of it gouged my side.”
She winced. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, and I fractured my wrist breaking the fall on the other side.”
“Jeez. Are you accident prone?”
“Not anymore. I was a dumbass daredevil as a kid, but since I became a dad, those days are over. Now I have to watch my own daredevil at the park.”
“Is he? A daredevil?”
“Yes and no.” I rubbed her back as I thought about it. “He’s aggressive in some ways, and he will play rough like boys do, but it takes him a while to feel comfortable joining in with other kids. He also doesn’t feel pain the way most people do. So I worry about him hurting himself and not even knowing it.”
She patted my side. “I should let you go home to him.”
I squeezed her. She felt so good in my arms. When was the last time I wanted to hold a woman all night? “I wish I could stay.”
“Another time.” She sat up and looked down at me, a wry smile stretching her lips. “You might want to fix your hair before you go.”
I frowned. “I thought I did.”
“Think again.”
I tackled her, getting her by the shoulders and throwing her onto her back. With her head at the foot of the bed, I took her wrists in my hands and pinned them above her. My hair flopped forward, making her grin.
“Be nice, little girl.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll take these bedsheets and tie you up, then torture you with my tongue.”
She giggled. “That doesn’t sound like torture.”
I kissed her smug little grin. “Just you wait.”
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