“How do I know you haven’t already tried to make it better with someone else?”
He could see her regret the comment the moment it came out. The woman sounded jealous. For once, he liked the possessive sound.
“Not that I care,” she hurriedly tacked on. “But I’m all about safe sex.”
He nodded, playing along, conscious of her stiff nipples under the thin sweatshirt she wore, of her increase in breathing, and her concentrated stare that played havoc with his cock. He felt her gaze like a warm breath all over his body.
“Fine. Let’s have ‘the talk.’” He loved that she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him. “I haven’t been with a woman in over six months, not since I broke up with my last girlfriend before retiring. I’ve only ever used condoms with my exes, and I don’t cheat. I’m not a fan of infidelity, no matter if I’m married or dating or whatever.” He figure he might as well tell her the whole of it. “Deacon was married to a user who cheated on him, and it hit him hard. Hit me hard too. It’s tough to know who to trust when you have money and fame. Not bragging; it just is.”
“I understand.”
“I think you do.” He paused. “You didn’t tell anyone about us, did you?” He didn’t see her using him as a stepping stone of any kind.
She shook her head.
“I didn’t either. And for the record, I haven’t been depressed mooning over you.” It surprised him to feel angry over the lie. “But apparently you haven’t been mooning over me either. What the hell, Becca? Do you jump every guy in a bathing suit, then leave him with nothing but a thank you?”
She looked less embarrassed than angry. “No. For your information, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. And the sex was awful, if you must know.”
Shocked, he asked, “With me?”
“What? No, you were amazing,” she snapped. “I just… I don’t know. I was in lust with you. There. I said it. You made me—I mean, I had an orgasm in two seconds. It’s embarrassing, okay? I liked having sex with you. It was raw and dirty and fast. And I loved it.”
“So did I,” he growled, not sure why he felt so angry when he was hearing what he’d wanted. “But I don’t know why we can’t do it again.”
“We can. I guess.”
She didn’t seem convinced. “You guess?” Mitch slowly approached, and with each step, Becca seemed to grow tenser. “How about I persuade you?”
“H-how?”
He reached her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her until neither of them could breathe. His dick was so hard it threatened to snap off, and an image of her going down on him nearly had him taking himself in hand.
Once he’d broken from the kiss, he murmured, “Now why don’t you get naked and get in that bed, and I’ll show you exactly why you should let me inside you again. And yeah, I’ll wear a condom. You don’t have to worry about babies. No diseases either. I’m clean.”
“So am I.” Her breathy voice had him kissing her again.
He was cupping her full breasts as they parted, the need to feel her flesh under his palms overwhelming. “Take off your clothes.”
Becca paused. Did she want him to beg? Because he would do anything to have her again.
Then she put her hands at the base of her sweatshirt and waited. And watched.
Becca wasn’t sure what had happened. Mitch didn’t seem to know why she’d arrived, but he wanted a repeat of Saturday night. And he seemed irritated that she hadn’t called.
That annoyance made her feel worlds better about their time together. Apparently, he’d been just as done in by their sex as she’d been. But why hadn’t he called her?
She stripped down to her bra and panties and asked.
“Why? Because I was trying to be a gentleman and let you lead. But fuck that. I want you naked.”
Becca shivered and slowly removed her bra.
Mitch’s gaze stripped her completely bare. Despite her panties and the blush she couldn’t help wearing around him, she felt naked. Vulnerable.
The feeling accompanying her arousal, the intense emotion for a man she didn’t know as well as she should… She didn’t know what to call it, how to label their association.
But right now that had to wait, because Mitch slowly knelt at her feet, planting kisses on her belly and lower. He nuzzled the front of her panties, then dragged them down to her ankles.
