I laugh.
Right after the best orgasm, even including my self-induced ones, in averylong time—maybe ever—I’m laughing.
“So that was…”
“Amazing? Your new nightly ritual? The best thing you’ve ever done in this office?” he supplies helpfully when I trail off.
I grin. “I was going to say surprising.”
He quirks a brow. “You’re surprised I’m good at that? You just wait for?—”
“No!” I say quickly, laughing again. “Surprising thatthatwas what you wanted to do for me.” My eyes drop to his fly and the very prominent bulge there.
“Wildflower,” he says, crowding close, my butt bumping against the edge of my desk. “I’ve wanted to do that since the New Orleans airport.”
My eyes widen. “Come on.”
“On some level, since minute one,” he says, nodding.
Oh. That’s…going to be very hard to forget.
“You really don’t want anything in return, though?” I ask, looking at his fly again. “I know what I said about not sleeping together but…”
I’m already at risk here. I could fall for him. But I think knowing he’s leaving will make the difference between sad and heartbroken. Sad, I can handle. Probably.
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. “All you have to do is say the word and I’m in any bed, backseat, sleeping bag, park bench…wherever… you’ll have me,” he says. “Any time except for tonight.” He leans in and kisses me. “I want you to know that sometimes people, some people anyway, really do just wantyouto feel good because you’re awesome and deserve that. This isn’t about me.”
He leans back, gives me a wicked grin, and sucks on his middle finger again. “Though this is notentirelywithout perks for me.”
I laugh.
Then he grows more serious and leans in to pin me with an intense look. “Making you come apart like that was fucking hotter than hell and so damned satisfying. Thank you.”
“Thankme?” I ask. “Seriously? Thank?—”
He puts the pads of his fingers over my mouth. “No,” he says firmly. “No thanking me. That wasn’t a favor. Youeverneed an orgasm, you just call. I’m your guy. Got it?”
I nod, my lips moving against his hand. He pulls it back. “Okay.”
Then he looks around the office, and then out to the main area. “You done here?”
“I am.”
“Then I’ll walk you out to your truck.”
He does. He even kisses me before opening my door and giving me a hand up. And it doesn’t even occur to me that hemight have done it because there are people on the sidewalk who might see.
It felt right. Natural. And like we both wanted it. Nothing fake about it at all.
CHAPTER 19
ALEX
I don’t thinkI ever appreciated just how great I would feel the morning after giving a woman an orgasm without having one of my own.
I do, however, realize that this incredibly good mood has a lot to do with the woman I gave that orgasm to.
Nora Delaune has turned my world upside down. I thought it was my knee injury. I was wrong. Knee injuries make sense. The injury itself, the surgery and rehab after, even the fact that Declan couldn’t renew my contract all makes sense objectively. Nora Delaune and her life in this town is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and my reaction to all of that doesn’t make sense at all.
