“What?” she says lazily.
“You’re a fucking wildcat, aren’t you?”
She chuckles and it’s just as lazy. “Truthfully, I’m not feeling much of anything right now.”
“I know the feeling,” I say dryly.
She sighs. “That was good, wasn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm.” I tangle my fingers in her hair. “Reallygood.”
Like the best fucking ever.
Another aggrieved sigh, her body slumping against mine.
“Want to tell me my you’re acting like that’s the worst thing in the world?” I ask, grunting as I haul us both out of the chair and start moving toward my bedroom. After an orgasm like that, I need to get horizontal and stay there for a good ten hours.
“Because we live down the hall from each other.”
“And?”
“And”—she waves a lazy hand as I settle her on the mattress and step back—“you’re not the kind of man who does connections.”
My brow furrows.
Because that’s true.Normally.
It’s just with this woman that connection doesn’t automatically seem like a dirty four-letter word.
“And now I have to live down the hall,” she says, “knowing that you’re packing what you’re packing—and worse, that you know how to fucking use it—all while knowing that it can never be more than a one-time thing.”
My dick’s still wet from being inside her and she’s talking about a one-time thing?
Jesus Christ.
She’s worse than I am.
“Who’s saying it can only be once?”
She sniffs, stretching out on the mattress and tugging the blanket over her. “A man like you? A man like you who looks like that, who’s packing”—a wave of her hand toward my cock—“that? Yeah, it can only ever be a once. I’m not the kind of girl who gets off on a broken heart.”
I shake my head, moving to the bathroom so I can take care of the condom. “No,” I call, “you’re the one who gets off ongivingthem.”
Her laughter is answer enough.
I wash my hands, stride over to the bed, and yank the blankets back, ignoring her gasp as I climb over the top of her.
“What are you do?—?”
I reach for the nightstand drawer, pull out a string of condoms.
“Well, if I only have one night?—”
“I said onetime?—”
“—I’m going to make it count.”
She starts sputtering.
