“Just go.”
I crinkled my nose at him. “David.”
“Fine.” He turned his back.
“Really?”
“I just fucked the shit out of you. We’re past formalities. Who cares?”
“Peeing is hardly a formality,” I grumbled, but in truth, there was something sexy about David’s lack of squeamishness. The act was oddly intimate even though I’d peed in front of Bill countless times. And now, I had the advantage of admiring David’s toned ass—magnificent, even in the dark.
When I’d finished, he hoisted me back to the bed. “You carry me a lot.”
“I’ll never take having you in my arms for granted,” he said.
I was thankful for the dark that hid my blush. “Aren’t I getting heavy?”
He laughed heartily and tossed me a few inches in the air, catching me easily. “No, honeybee. You’re not. You think I could’ve fucked you that long standing up if you were?”
“The wall did most of the work,” I pointed out, as he held me over the bed.
“Is that what you think?” he asked, nipping under my jaw with his teeth. “Should we try it again so I can prove you wrong?”
My eyes widened. “Canyou go again?”
“I could have you till the sun comes up, but you need to rest. We both do.” He dropped me, and I laughed as I hit the springs. “But nowIhave to piss.”
“What, I don’t get to watch?”
“You can if you want,” he said.
But as my body settled into the bed, my lids grew heavy.
Did he call me honeybee again?
The sheets must have been a thread count somewhere in the thousands because they wereoh . . . so . . . inviting . . .
The mattress shook, jarring me awake. David climbed into the other side of his king-sized bed. I reached across the valley between us to touch him. “I’m cold.”
“Then come here.” He pulled me to him, and I fit myself against a body I wasn’t used to. I rested my elbow on his torso and my face on his shoulder.
“How do you feel?” he asked into my hair.
I sighed. “Sore.”
“Good. I want you remembering this all weekend.”
I nearly shuddered. As if my mind or heart could forget—David had ensured my body wouldn’t. “Can I tell you something?” I asked.
“Olivia.” He rolled me onto my back, covering me as he looked me straight in the eyes. His body seemed miles long; his legshadto be hanging off the edge. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for weeks,” he said. “Please, tell me something that I don’t have to emotionally beat out of you.”
I swatted his shoulder and snickered. But he wasn’t teasing. He wanted my thoughts. My confessions. My secrets.
I cleared my throat, suddenly on the spot. “It—that was . . .” I went to touch my earlobe, but he caught my wrist without even a glance and kissed the inside of it.
“That was my first orgasm with anyone,” I admitted. Looking up at the ceiling, I added, “Well, first and second.”
“What?” Shock threaded his tone. He moved off me and sat back on his calves. “You can’t be serious.”
