He shrugged. Easier than trying to talk when his throat felt like a desert.
She tossed her head back and gave a wide stretch. “If that’s true, you aren’t just gifted, you’re a frigging prodigy. Now get over here and let me get you pants-less.”
“Why?”
“You don’t think I’m going to leave you unfulfilled now, do you? Especially after that virtuoso performance. Now I’m the one with performance anxiety.”
She reached for his buckle and he caught her hand. “You’re talking about...”
“We’re going to have sex, right?”
His walls were up in a flash. Not a full fortress this time, but a solid defensive structure. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Not if he wanted a prayer of mental sanity.
He’d gone mad with Margot Kowalski’s pussy against his mouth. Imagine how he’d feel with his cock buried in her, that same wetness slick on his sac.
Shit. He’d never recover. And maybe that was okay. But he wasn’t ready to commit to that. This was already swimming in the deep end of the pool. No point taking a swan dive.
“No. Don’t you do that,” she said, sensing the tension in his body, his need to run. “Bolting once from my house in a day is bad enough. Twice is unforgiveable. Especially after what we just did. Rather, what you did.”
“I... I’m not running to be a dick. I’m the kind of guy who has to think things through. And there’s no chance of thinking when I’m close to you.”
She regarded his face a long moment. “You’re a difficult guy, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want to be. But what I just did...” He threw up his hands. His head was spinning.
“You ate me out.”
He frowned.
“You can say it. I was there, remember? You ate my pussy. Went down on me. Made me come harder than any time in my memory. And for the record, none of those words are dirty, Patrick. What you just did, it wasn’t dirty.”
“Never said it was.”
“Then why are you backing away.”
“Because you want more and I...” All he could do was leave her with the truth. “I don’t know what I have to give.”
Chapter Nine
“So, how’d it go with Patch?” Breezy greeted Margot without preamble, stepping aside to let her into the spacious condo she shared with her fiancé.
“It was... er... complicated.” Margot sat down on the edge of one leather sofa, bracing her elbows on her knees. “Actually, scratch that. It’s frigging complicated.”
“Hoo boy.” Breezy gathered a stack of financial documents off the coffee table and slid them into a folder. “Let’s hear it.”
“Sorry to barge in unannounced,” Margot said. “You’re busy, aren’t you?”
“Don’t worry. I was about to take a break. My eyes are burning from staring at spreadsheets. I’m doing a big Judy Blume push next month. Everything fromTales of a Fourth Grade NothingtoTiger Eyes.”
“Don’t forgetAre YouThereGod?That book was very important to Young Margot.”
“Foreverwas my fav.” Breezy grinned. “Gah! It’ll be so fun. I can’t wait to do the display.”
“Aw, I’m so glad you’re loving your work.” They shared a quick hug.
“Speaking of work, let’s get to it,” Breezy said. “How did your afternoon with Patch go? I’ve been waiting for an update.”
