She was undeterred. “At our ages, Frank, we all have baggage. I don’t trust men as far as I can throw them, and with these pipe-cleaners—” She flung her arms wide. “That’s not far at all. But everything you’ve shown me this week says that you will be straight up with me. That’s all I ask. Maybe we should have that old-fashioned conversation about intentions—because I don’t have any beyond getting laid.”
Her words echoed between them as she fell silent.
Getting laid.
He was twisted up about space in his heart and she wanted to use him for his body. What the fuck was wrong with him that he couldn’t see that?
“I don’t have a lot of emotional bandwidth to share,” he said quietly. “But I appreciate the hell out of you. I see you as someone who deserves the moon, and I feel guilty that I can’t be the one to snag it for you.”
“That’s what you feel bad about? Not…” She trailed off.
He shook his head. “Bia wanted me to be happy. To death do us part. That was our vow. I took it well past that point, but I need to start living again.”
“You do.” She smiled softly. “I’m happy to help with that. Fair trade for orgasms.” She straightened up. “I’m going back to bed. If you want to join me, it might be nice to wake up together. And if you need some space, that’s fine too. Of course it is.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “But that was amazing. And I’d happily do it again.”
So would he. He caught her wrist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t.” She smiled down at him. “Do you want me to wake you up with sex in the morning?”
What kind of a question was that? He pushed to his feet and followed her back to bed.
* * *
As promised,he was dragged out of slumber by a whisper and a teasing, light touch of fingers along his jaw.
Bia, his brain thought at first with a confused jolt. Then he remembered, and instead of guilt, he felt a strange floating feeling. He frowned, trying to make sense of it.
“Wake up, Grumpy Pants,” she murmured. “And gently, please.”
He harrumphed. “You just called me grumpy.”
“I like grumpy.” She slid her hand under the blanket, her fingertips spreading that lovely, floaty feeling across his whole body. “Mmm. But I was wrong about the pants. I like this better.”
“You stripped me of those last night. And then…” He cracked his eyelids and focused on her smiling face.
“And then, indeed.” She stroked his thickening length. “And now?”
Now he felt…
Peaceful.
And ready for more of this woman. Immediately.
“Climb on top of me,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“I was thinking of something else.” She wiggled down his body, her breasts brushing his chest, then his thighs as she settled between his legs, the blanket discarded off the end of his bed. “How do you like your blow-jobs?”
“However you want to deliver them,” he said huskily. Was she for real? And were people picky about getting their dicks sucked? Because he was happy for whatever.
“Sloppy, fast, and with some friendly help from my hand.”
“Jesus, do you go out in public with that mouth?” He brushed his thumb against the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want, wildflower. Whatever you want. Please. Anything.”
“You’re babbling, Frank.”
“It’s early. I haven’t had coffee. And you’re kind of blowing my mind.”
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath brushing the head of his cock. “But I will be in three, two, one…”
