And the thought of Beau with other women made the bite of sandwich she’d just taken turn to ash in her mouth. Sheswallowed around the lump in her throat and lowered her eyes from his face.
“My day starts at three-thirty,” he said gently. “Coffee shop doesn’t open at five-thirty on its own.”
“Youwake upat three-thirty?On purpose?”
She could feel the astonishment pulling her eyebrows up. Who wakes up that early by choice? Psychopaths, that’s who.
He laughed, nodding, as he set aside his plate and picked up his coffee, taking a deep swallow. “I usually hit the gym before I go to work. Or go for a run.”
“Yuck,” Val laughed, shivering in aversion. “The only thing that I run is my mouth.”
Beau laughed out loud again, then murmured huskily, “You seem to prefer a different kind of cardio.”
The blush that crept up her neck and stained her cheeks made her face hot. “I do like that kind of cardio.”
CHAPTER 15
They had sex on every possible surface in the apartment. Beau made sure that she came… many, many times. On his tongue. His fingers. His dick. Fuck, did he love feeling her come on his dick. She came with her entire body; her thighs shaking, belly quivering, hands scrabbling for any kind of handhold as he tore her apart and stitched her back together one orgasm at a time. He wanted to erase any other man from her mind, her body. Until all that was left was him, them. Together.
“I mean, this is still part of the date, right?” she asked, panting, as he slid inside her. She moaned low in her throat and the sound of it skittered around his spine, making his balls tighten. Fuck, he didn’t want to come yet.
“I don’t see why it would have to end now,” he agreed with a lopsided grin, though his words came out choppy. Dropping his mouth to her throat, he inhaled deeply the scent of her as he continued to rock his hips into hers. “Safe to say this date could very well last all night and into themorning.”
“Again.”
She smiled at him when he winked, reaching between their bodies to strum his fingers across her clit. “I still have orgasms to gift, my dear Valentina.”
He didn’t want this to end, but the way her pussy was clenching around him… he was about to blow, and he needed her to come.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered on a groan. “Fuck, Val. Come for me. I’m going to—”
Val’s hands spread wide over his ass, pulling him tighter against her as she threw her head back and moaned brokenly through the orgasm that rocketed through her. As soon as those first spasms squeezed him, he was done. Slamming into her, he clenched his teeth tight as his own orgasm tore through him, filling up the condom while he was still buried deep. Her inner muscles squeezed the life out of him and he panted raggedly against the soft, fragrant skin of her neck.
He rolled them to their sides and tugged the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the garbage can that had been moved out of the bathroom and closer to the bed. Throwing one arm up over his head, the other tightened around Val’s shoulders and tugged her into his side as he panted for breath.
“Fucking Christ, Val. You’re a fucking witch.”
She laughed lightly, running her fingers over the skin of his abdomen, which tickled and made him clench his muscles against the sensation. She stilled her hand and pressed her palm flat against him, before moving her hand up toward his chest, which was a much safer location for idle petting. Laying entwined, the only sound their slowly calming breathing, he chuckled when he heard the unmistakable sound of her stomach growling.
“Food?”
She nodded against his chest. “Food,” she agreed weakly.
They ordereddoordashChinese for dinner and ate out of the containers, sitting together in Val’s bed propped against theheadboard.Friendsreruns played on the tv across the bedroom. He had tugged on his sweatpants, and she wore only his white t-shirt. His contacts had been removed and he’d put on a pair of thick rimmed black glasses earlier, needing to give his eyes a break from the contact lenses. Val had stared at him when he’d exited the bathroom wearing his glasses, and once he thought about it, he realized she’d never seen him wearing them before. She had admitted shyly that she liked them. A lot. He vowed to wear them around her more often. Especially if it made her look at him with that burning hunger in her gaze. Fuck it was hot.
“I think you’ve destroyed my lady bits,” she mumbled around a bite of lo mien noodles. “I haven’t had this much sex… like. Ever. You’re some kind of sex god. How are you still going?”
Popping a crab wonton into his mouth, he waggled his dark eyebrows at her, making her laugh. “You really don’t understand the effect you have on me, do you?”
Watching her next to him, she shook her head, her hazel eyes never leaving his. Reaching out, he tucked one dark tendril of hair behind her ear. “It’s never been like this for me before. Not with anyone.”
“Good,” he whispered thickly, that primal urge to beat his chest with his fists nearly overwhelming. “This is different for me, too, sweetheart.”
And it was. Never had he spent a night with another woman. Never had he stayed well into the next day… and then into the evening. He didn’t do meals with the women he hooked up with. Because that’s all it was. An exchange of something physical to get him through the every day. Never had he wanted to spend more than a single evening with any of them. He hadn’t truly dated in nearly a decade. It was just easier to be alone. No one to depend on him. No one to nag him. No one to pester him on when he’d be home, how late he’d be out, why he was working so much, blah blah blah.
But he wanted to be here with Val. Fuck, he didn’t even want to go to work in the morning. For the first time in years, he truly considered calling in ‘sick’. Just to play hooky and spend more time with Val. Doing absolutely nothing but exactly this.
CHAPTER 16
