She puts her hand up to her forehead dramatically.
“I fear I have a headache coming on. Must be this humidity.”
I laugh and flip us over so I’m hovering above her.
“You know what’s good for a headache?”
“Sure I do. I’m a doctor.”
Those are the last coherent words either of us utter for quite some time, because Lil's plump lips wrap around my cock and rob me of all rational thought.
My chest is still heaving, and I’m contemplating the fact that right now is not the ideal time to confess when my thoughts are interrupted by a buzz from the bedside table. It’s her mother reminding us we’re late for breakfast. Saved by the buzz.
I sit up and am about to climb out of bed when Lil puts a tentative hand on my arm.
“Um … before we face the enemy.” Her tone is uncharacteristically cautious, with me at least. “Should we, do you think we need to, maybe, talk?”
Fuck.
My heart changes gears. From a coasting, relaxed fifth to a grinding, heaving first.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lilavati
The look of shock and surprise on Ant’s face makes me nervous. A laugh stumbles out of me.
“Don’t look so worried. It’s just casual hookups are not … I mean, I don’t generally…” How do I put this without sounding like I’m asking for a commitment?
Ant’s face relaxes slightly. “Are you trying to ask what this is?” He waves his hand in the space between our chests. Our naked chests.
My cheeks are on fire, but I soldier on because I’m not comfortable operating in the grey areas. “Yes, I guess I am.”
For the first time, I can see the wheels turning behind Ant’s eyes. As though he’s debating his answer. Weighing his options. Which makes me nervous.
He leans back against the bedhead and straightens the sheet over his lap. I sit and face him, cross-legged, the sheet tucked under my armpits, hands clenched.
“What would you like it to be?” He lobs the grenade right back at me.
It takes me a moment to answer. All I know is I want to do what we did last night, and this morning, again. And again. Mei would tell me to ask for what I want, so I swallow my insecurity and do just that.
“If you’re up for it, I’d like to do this”—I wave a hand over the rumpled bed—“again.”
Ant groans. “Be careful with your choice of words there, Sparky.” The sheet across his lap lifts slightly, and the muscles deep in my belly respond accordingly. “Where you’re concerned, I’m alwaysup for it. And if you think there’s a universe in which we’re not going to do this again, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“So, is that a yes? I mean, while we’re here in Maui?”
“That’s what you want? A holiday fling?”
Is it my imagination or was that flash of disappointment on Ant’s face? Ridiculous. I’m letting my hormones run away with me. I can’t conceive of a world in which a man like Ant would want to be with me for anything other than a good time. A short time.
“Yes?” It comes out as a question. I straighten my spine. “Yes.”
That’s better. A declarative statement. Go me for being brave.
“Yes, it is.” And then I go and ruin it. “I mean, if you do.” But asking in the first place was progress.
Ant reaches out and brushes a stray tangle of hair back off my forehead. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
