“Right.” Her gaze falls. “Sorry I threw you out on the street with no clothes, by the way.”
I wave the concern away. “Now that I know what you discovered, it makes total sense. But Dinah told me they were both resting. We should give them the night. Start fresh in the morning.”
“That sounds good to me. Speaking of which.” She grabs my hand. “Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I feel like I’d be a sitting duck if I went back to my own apartment.”
I squeeze her hand gently. “There’s no one I’d rather have in my bed than you.”
I peel off the Clubs shorts and slip into a fresh pair of boxer briefs. Bianca’s in my bathroom, wiping off her makeup. She emerges wearing an oversized T-shirt I loaned her.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her not dressed to the nines.
And my God. She looks ravishing.
She walks over to my bed, a frown on her pretty little face. “I’m afraid I might have stained the hand towel in your bathroom removing my makeup. I should have used a black one. I’m sorry.”
I grab her by the arm and take her into an embrace. “Bianca. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about that damned towel.” I lower my head to hers and kiss her.
She wraps her arms around me and squeezes my bare chest. We keep kissing, and it deepens. It’s not too long before her tongue is probing the seam of my lips. I’m happy to let her in.
She runs it over my teeth before tangling it with my own.
But then she breaks the kiss, her cheeks flushed.
“What is it?” I ask. “Bad breath?”
“No, of course not.” She swallows. “It’s just… I shouldn’t kiss you like that. Not… Not after what I saw tonight.”
I reel her back in, kiss her forehead. “Maybe it’s precisely because of what you saw tonight that you should kiss me like that.”
She looks up at me, her mouth open. “I… I…”
“Yes?”
She narrows her eyes. “I…can’t argue with that logic.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses me again, this time with the desperation of a woman who’s seen the unimaginable, who needs to be taken away, if only for a moment.
I’ll gladly be her guide.
Our kiss crescendos in intensity, and soon she jumps up and wraps her legs around me. I squeeze her sweet ass.
Eventually I bring us both down onto the bed and lie back. She peppers kisses over my chest, over both of my nipples, down my abdomen until she arrives at my boxer briefs. She runs a hand over the outline of my dick, sending a shiver through me.
But she doesn’t remove my undies. Not yet. Little tease.
She keeps kissing down my legs. Down my thigh, my calf. She lands on my feet, planting a delicate kiss on each of my toes. It tickles in the best way.
I sit back up and meet her again in another kiss, our mouths clashing. It’s a mess of lips, teeth, and tongues, but within the mess is perfect harmony.
Disjointed, but perfect. Like the tune in the music box.
I grab her tits through the T-shirt, squeeze them both. She moans into my mouth. I pull at the bottom of the shirt and she takes the hint, bringing it over herself and exposing her beautiful milky body.
Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the shirt. She’s completely naked.
Completely. She’s not even wearing makeup. She wiped it off in my bathroom.
And she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
The tip of my tongue itches with the instinct to utter those three little words.
