Chapter 11
Andy
When I open my eyes, locks of soft hair tickle my nose and block my vision. My arm tingles because I haven’t moved it since she rested her head on my shoulder. She is so damn gorgeous, I’m dying to make love again but my inner-lawyer takes over. I need to wake the fuck up and delegate some work to my associates.
At the sight of my devastated living room, my jaw drops. Her bra ended up above the fireplace, our shirts on the floor, and there’s pants between my leather sectional. We actually split the fabric and there’s tiny pieces of foam everywhere. One of my shoes is in the middle of the floor, the other unaccounted for. God knows what happened to my socks.
Holy shit, what a wild ride.
Carefully, I place a pillow under her head and slide my arm out from under her. My morning wood swells toward her beautiful, naked body, ready for another go. When I count the number of times we made love, it’s hard to believe I’ve got any sperm left. In the past, the women I’ve slept with have always been reserved, made me do most of the work. Last night made me realize what I’d been missing.
She’s all sex-mussed and I’m feeling pretty fucking good as I fold her clothes and place them on a chair. Then, while she snoozes, I quietly shut the sliding door that separates the living room from my office. I slip on the black jeans I wore last night and get to work.
By noon, I’ve figured out the logistics for the next couple weeks and purchase tickets to Charlotte. I also have scheduled the murder recording to be emailed the minute we leave New York.
Time to get out of Dodge.
When door rollers scrape against metal, I look up, and my heart misses a beat. She’s wearing my t-shirt and nothing else. It’s so damn enticing when she tugs the hem down that I have to stop myself from fucking her right there in the doorway.
She grabs her folded clothes and gives me a sleepy, shy smile. “Bathroom?”
“Upstairs and to the right.” I stand, tongue tied. How do I tell her in one night, I’ve been baptized, reborn, and gone to heaven? Back on earth, I want to do it all over again. When her lovely blue eyes lift to mine, oh hell, blood runs south but damn, I need to be civilized.
A slight blush creeps to her cheeks. “Mind if I shower?”
Rather than think of water running over that gorgeous body, I force thoughts of the Buonanno family hoping to shrink my swollen cock.
I give her a boy-scout smile. “Go for it. The top drawer by the sink has a guest toothbrush, soap, and little samples. Take what you need or use mine. There’s towels in the closet which is the door to the right.”
Her lips, swollen by a night of passionate love-making drop into a small frown. “I-I guess you’re used to company… a lot.”
It takes me a second to get her drift. Wanting her sweet smile back, I stand, walk across my oriental rug, and pull her into my arms. Immediately, I’m intoxicated by her scent and our sweaty night together.
“Family comes to visit me, luv, not women. I never, ever, had a night like last night. You’ve ruined me forever.”
Is it too soon to tell her I’m head over heels and never letting her go? When a Quinn falls, it’s forever. Once, my brother made the mistake of settling for less and his first marriage was a disaster. It took my sister-in-law, Mel, to set him straight. Now, I want the same kind of love he has.
She laughs as she slides out of my arms. “I really got to pee.”
“Sorry. You’re just so damn irresistible.” I kiss the top of her head, loving how the lower globes of her ass wiggle as she heads up the stairs.
Focus, Quinn.
When the shower water runs in the upstairs bathroom, I call Jack. “Hey, ready to visit North Carolina?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?”
“Is a clam’s ass watertight?”
“Do one legged ducks swim in circles?”
Ha. I know what he’s waiting for. “Will my mom make her world-renowned, blue ribbon, barbecue ribs?”
He laughs. “As long as that dear sweet woman cooks, I’ll never say no to an invite. What time is our flight?”
“I got us on the six-forty-five out of JFK.”
“Okay, you need a piece?”
