“You did at that. And I just had a really big one twice.” She wiggled against him.
“Ja.I came a lot for you. It’s tough to be around you because I’m always hard.” He let out a moan that made her want to try him on for size again. “I feel weak. And the water is getting cool. We should get out.”
“You’re right.” But she’d never look at his bathtub the same again.
She got out and helped him to his feet. They dried off, and he scooted her out of the bathroom. As she dried off and looked for something of his to wear, she heard the toilet flush and the sink go on.
When he came out, he found her wearing one of his T-shirts that came to mid-thigh.
He blinked. “Will you stay with me?”
“Tonight? Sure. But I’ll need to swing by my place to grab some things or my hair will be a mess tomorrow.”
“You are never a mess.”
“Because I have a routine. We stylists always take pains to look good, especially when we go out. The one time you don’t, you run into a client. Swear to God.”
He laughed and stepped into a pair of sweatpants. No underwear, she noticed. Hmm. Easy access later?
“I bet,” he was saying. “So how about you stay tonight? I will run you home tomorrow to get your things. Then would you come back to be with me?”
“Wait. Be with you tomorrow and Sunday? Or leave tonight and stay tomorrow?”
He took her in his arms and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “Spend the weekend with me. I will give you many orgasms, feed you, and give you more orgasms. And maybe, if you are lucky, I will watch Lifetime with you.”
“AndHallmark?”
“Ja.That too.” He smiled. “And we can read passages from your book to each other and act them out.”
“Oh my God, yes. I mean, you had me at Lifetime, but yes.”
With an itinerary like that, how could she refuse?
Fifteen
Sunday night, Axel stood holding hands with Rena on her mother’s doorstep.
“You are sure she is fine with this so soon?”
“Yes, now stop fidgeting.” Rena dusted a speck of something off his shirt.
She seemed to do that a lot. Personally, he thought she just liked touching his chest. He wondered if he might get away with doing the same to her. In private, of course.
“What’s that grin for?” she asked.
He stared at her breasts. “I see lint there. Can I brush it off?”
She snickered. “Okay, I was feeling you up. Happy?”
“I would be if you hadn’t stopped.”
She opened her mouth to say something but her mother opened the door.
Rena and her mother embraced, chattered, and laughed as if they hadn’t seen each other in ages.
Axel stared in surprise. Though he’d been warned, Rena hadn’t been exaggerating. Her mother didn’t look old enough to have a grown child. She had the same features and coloring as her daughter, though she wore her hair short and straight in a classic bob. He knew much about hairstyles since meeting Rena. He’d been studying all about hair and beauty to impress her.
Caroline Jackson wore a pretty brown sweater and jeans, and she was beautiful. Big gold eyes, full lips, those same cheekbones and dimple that had so attracted him to her daughter. They shared a similar build and had the same laugh.
