He answered by grabbing my shoulders and flipping me over to straddle my hips.
“Again.”
With a groan, my head fell back against the pillows.
It seemed I had my work cut out for me tonight.
CHAPTER 20
Jordy
I wokeup sore all over.
This wasn’t the first time. I’d felt sore like this more times than I could count, and when I first opened my eyes, I waited for the familiar feelings of disgust to hit me. I was used to it by now, and I was ready for them.
Yet, this time was different.
This time, despite the familiar ache deep in my muscles and the familiar friction left behind from skin rubbing together, there was a pleasant, almost euphoric tingling under my skin.
Where had this come from?
Sex had never felt like this afterward. Sure, it was with someone I liked and actually wanted, but the physical action was still the same.
Could enjoying the act really make such a difference?
Apparently, yes.
When I turned my head and looked over at Kitt still lying in the bed next to me, I nearly burst out into hysteric giggling. He was still there. It hadn’t been a dream. The previous night hadn’tbeen a dream. I’d actually managed to enjoy myself during sex for once.
More than once, in fact.
The room was still dark, and Kitt’s face was illuminated only by the light of his phone screen. I looked over at the window, intending to open it so we could see better, only to realize it already was open. It was just dark outside.
Wait, what time was it?
My gaze darted to the clock on the nightstand.
5:36am.
It was technically late enough that I wouldn’t call it night anymore, but the sun hadn’t even risen yet.
What was Kitt doing up?
Still tangled up comfortably among the sheets, I watched him for a few moments. He hadn’t realized I was awake yet and never looked away from his phone. At first, he seemed busy, and I didn’t want to bother him, but as I watched him, I realized he wasn’t actually doing anything on his phone. He was just staring at something on an unmoving screen.
As quietly as possible, I squirmed closer until I could see what he was looking at.
It was a phone number. All the digits were punched into the dial pad, and the big green call button was just waiting for him to make the final move and start the call. There was no name attached to the number, but no one stared that intently at a number without knowing who it connected to.
“Why do I get the feeling your not going to make that call,” I said after another minute of watching him.
Kitt jumped, actually literally jumped, so badly that he dropped his phone. It would have been hilarious seeing him scramble for it among the sheets, if such an out-of-character reaction wasn’t a clear sign that something was wrong.
When he recovered the phone, he quickly shut it off and tossed it aside on the nightstand.
“It’s nothing. I was just... checking on something.”
I couldn’t even get mad at him over the blatant lie he’d just told me. The man looked too out of sorts, lying among the rumpled sheets, flustered and uncomfortable.
