Her face continued to pinken.
“Then she never called. I think maybe I got a thank you. That’s it.”
He parted his robe and stared down at himself, not surprised to be erect with Becca around. “Now I can’t stop getting hard when I think about it. But I must not have been any good because the chick won’t call me.” He sighed. “They never call after they have what they want from me.”
She kept staring at his cock. He wanted to laugh.
She not only appeared mortified, she didn’t blink. “Uh, I, uh… You see, I would have called. But then…”
“It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?”
She whipped her head up. “You’re an ass.”
“No, honey, I’m a dick. A big one.”
She burst out laughing. “Okay, I had that coming to me. And don’t say it!” she warned before he could make a terrible twist out of “coming to me.”
The kettle whistled, and he retied his robe, then prepared each of them a cup of hot cocoa. He set a can of whipped cream on the counter, then thought of a better use for it later on.
She focused on her mug and took a sip. “Oh, this is good.”
“I don’t skimp on my cocoa.”
“Nice.”
He watched her lick her lips and withheld a groan. “So, you’re here to cheer me up because I’m down?”
She set her mug on the counter and scowled. “Your brother came to me with a sob story about you being depressed.” She stopped and studied him. “Are you okay?”
“Kind of.”
“What’s wrong?” She was so cute, so concerned.
“Well, I’d have to show you.”
“What?”
He couldn’t wait any longer. “I was going to give you until Friday, but since you’re here, come with me.”
She let him lead her down the hallway. “I wondered if you were tending your flowers.”
“I read some gardening books. I’ve been trying, and they’re still alive.” He continued to his bedroom and walked inside.
She followed him like a lamb lead to slaughter—or in her case, seduction. “What did you have to show me?”
“This.” He dropped his robe. “I can’t stop thinking about Saturday night. It was too quick. I want a do-over.”
She gaped. “A do-over?”
“Yeah. I’ve replayed the scene and there’s a flag on the play. First down all over again.” He grinned.
She grinned back. “Seriously? Football references for sex?”
“Becca, it was too fast. I didn’t get to kiss you much. No sucking your nipples into hard points, no fingering that soft pussy, no licking you until you scream.” He smiled, pleased her eyes grew darker. “Are you telling me you haven’t thought about Saturday?”
“Maybe.”
“And you didn’t wonder what it would be like if we did it again? Hell, maybe that first time was a fluke. Let’s see if we can make it even better.”
