I nodded against his mouth. “I can take it,” I whispered.
He drew back slightly, and his eyes changed—softer, but still intense. “I lose myself in you,” he said. “I could fuck you again right now, just as hard. I’m like a damn teenager.”
I ran my hands along biceps I would never tire of touching. “I lose myself, too.”
“Is it too much?” he asked.
I thought about the rolling, destructive orgasm that had just brought me to my knees. It was his utter and complete control that had taken me there. “Oh, God, yes, too much,” I said, “and it’s perfect.”
He kissed me deeply before trailing hard kisses over my temple to the top of my head. I let him hold me for a minute before pulling back. “I’m going to be late,” I reminded him.
“I’d better start setting my alarm earlier,” he said.
I laughed, even though he hadn’t meant it to be funny.
“Holy fuck,” he said to himself, shaking his head.
* * *
As David dressed, I stood dumbstruck in my robe and wiped drool—real or imaginary, I wasn’t sure—from the corner of my mouth. Watching him get ready for work was as beautiful a way to start the day as anything I could think of. It was hard to believe that we’d only really been doing this a few days. He’d shaken me from my waking sleep and introduced me to a life of color, hope, love, and sex. Rip-roaring, amazing, out-of-this-world sex.
He flipped his collar and did up his tie in the mirror while I gaped like an audience member atCirque du Soleil.
“It doesn’t normally take me this long to put on a tie, but you’re distracting me,” he said, his eyes fastened on the mirror.
“Sorry.” My cheeks heated, and I looked around the massive closet, taking in the absurd amount of suits, ties, dress shirts, and shoes. My insides stirred when I thought of what I might like to do to businessman David in one of his fancy suits.
Snap out of it!I’d fantasized about David countless times since we’d met, but now I had him—and I’d justhadhim in the shower. Why was I still fantasizing?
I refocused my attention on picking out an outfit for work, eyeing the pieces we’d purchased over the weekend. I smiled when I spotted the simple black dress he’d zipped me into right after he’d made me quietly come with his fingers. Our conversation from that moment filtered through my mind. Something he’d said had nagged at me that day, but in my post-orgasmic stupor, I hadn’t been able to grasp it. I replayed the memory.
“You have one like this, don’t you? With the thingie?” he asked, motioning to the shoulder of the dress.
I smiled, amused that he was at all familiar with my wardrobe, although I couldn’t remember wearing that particular dress around him. “I have one with a rosette, yes. Different designer but similar.”
“What’s wrong?” David asked, jarring me from the memory.
I looked up. “I’ve never worn that dress around you,” I said.
“Pardon?” he asked, righting his collar and glancing over at me.
“The black dress with the ‘thingie’ on the shoulder—the rosette. You said I already owned something like it,”—I pulled out the hanger with the new dress—“but how did you know? I never wore the other dress around you.”
“Are you sure?” He walked over to peck me sweetly on the lips. His fingers pushed hair from my face. “I’ve seen you in your work clothes lots of times.” He cleared his throat and looked away.
I was sure, because I’d only worn that dress once—to Davena’s funeral. Instantly, heavy tears welled in my eyes, and one dropped down my cheek. “You were there, weren’t you?”
David took a deep breath, ran his thumb along my cheekbone, and looked directly at me. “Yes. I attended the funeral.”
My chin quivered, and I wiped my face, careful not to smear my makeup. “Why?”
His mouth twitched as he looked at me, and finally, he shrugged. “Why do you think? You had her death to deal with, plus Mark Alvarez, plus running out on me days earlier after our night together. I was worried.”
“But I never saw you,” I said.
“I stayed in the back so you wouldn’t.”
“You were there, and you didn’t say anything?” I asked. “How’d you know when . . . where?”
