There’ve been times when I can’t figure out where I stop and he begins.
I’m so close to my peak, and I can’t believe I can physically orgasm again. I cover his mouth with mine, and he invades me with his tongue, plunging and licking with the same precision he thrusts into me with. He roams his hands over my body, palming my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
The pressure builds to a breaking point. I’m going to explode or implode; I can’t tell which. A dam bursts and ecstasy steals my breath. I take his, not letting him go as I come.
I swallow his groans and growls, and he takes the whimpers strangling my throat. Our frenzied kissing slows down to a lazy version of what we were doing before. He holds me to him, and I don’t want to leave the cocoon he’s made.
Eventually, I place a final kiss on his lips, then lay my head on his shoulder. “You’re a beast in bed.” I sound sleepy.
“It’s your fault.” His voice is a deep rumble. “I dissolve into a lust-filled beast around you.”
“It’s not me. It’s never been like this.”
He pulls back and studies me. “It’s not usually like this.”
Disbelief makes me scoff. “You’re telling me that you haven’t left a string of deflated women behind in bed?”
“Every guy would like to think so, but I’ve topped out at two in a row. Maybe three times if you span the whole twenty-four hours.” He rubs his hands up and down my back. “You and I have this crazy chemistry. We both needed this release.”
Disappointment crowds my afterglow. Stupid agreement.
Gently, he pulls out of me and rolls me onto a pillow. “Wait here.” He bundles the blankets and drapes a few on the bed, his arms and abs flexing in the shadows. Then he goes into his connected bathroom.
I’m not going anywhere. I have to come to terms with my newfound Durban Hennessy obsession and how I hate that what we have is temporary. I did need this release, but I would’ve been fine. I wanted him. I feel like Ineedhim.
I’m falling for him.
So hard.
A pressure lands on my chest, and I curl up with a soft comforter the same shade as the beams overhead. I inhale through a straw. I can’t be into Durban Hennessy. I spent years in a relationship with a guy who thought he was better than me. I can’t want that again. But Durban hasn’t acted like that since he hauled me out of Bootleg.
I also spent years with a guy who didn’t really want me, and the motivation might be different, but Durban doesn’t want me. Not really. Sex is different from a relationship, and his type is a brainy woman. I’d never make him happy.
He returns with a warm, damp towel and gently wipes me off.
Gah, I’m in too deep. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. Don’t move. I’ll be back to make the bed.”
I can just enjoy this, right? He takes the pressure off, and in doing so, he’s showing me how high I should be setting the bar.
He prowls across the bedroom in the shadows and lifts that boyfriend bar even higher. He slips the sheet over me, then each of his three blankets. He crawls in next to me.
He hasn’t officially invited me for a sleepover. “If you want me to go?—”
“No. Let them wonder where you’re at.”
“It’ll be my parents wondering.” I sit up. “Shit. I should send them a message. They alerted the sister brigade last time.”
Sliding out of bed, I try to grab the top blanket to wrap around myself.
He holds firm. “If I get to watch you walk naked through my house, I’ll make you breakfast in bed.”
I release the blanket. “What if there’s crumbs?”
“I’ll lick them off you.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Hennessy.” Grinning, I find my phone in the kitchen, send the message that I’m staying with a friend, and then I climb in the bed.
