But he had the memory.
He didn’t need a physical reminder.
So he lifted her up and she held on with all four limbs ashe hitched up his jeans.
Keeping her where she was, he walked her to the bathroom.
He dropped her feet to the tile, took her head in his handson either side and bent to touch his mouth to hers.
When he was done, he said, “Be back with your joe.”
He did another mouth touch, let her go, turned away, but shecaught him by the back waistband of his jeans.
He looked to her.
“Hurry, I need a sip in before we shower.”
We.
Excellent.
“On it, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him.
Then in a tank, no panties, she turned to the extra sinkthat had been free and mostly unused since he bought the place, and reached forthe toothbrush she left behind the first time she spent the night.
She had some redness at her throat where he’d gripped herand a hickey on the side of her neck.
The marks he’d left made his cock jump in his jeans.
“Hurry.”
His gaze went from her neck to her eyes in the mirror.
Hers were on him.
Okay, maybe the second-best ride she was going to get thatday would happen in the shower.
She shoved the toothbrush in her mouth.
He moved out of the room to pour them coffee.
And he didn’t fuck around in doing it.
Archie was curled up in his lap on her couch.
She had on a short, pale yellow silk robe that was tied atthe waist, but now gaping open.
She’d put it on to make them a plate of crackers and cheese.
The crackers and cheese were gone.
Now she was squirming as she let him play with her.
He’d been taking his time with his hand between her legs forthe last half hour, at least.
So she was soaked.
