“I’m listening,” he said, even as he lifted himself up to give a little lick and pinch to the right nipple.
She pushed him back down. “Now, while I have your attention, we do need to talk, because we did have sex.”
“Had is in the past and it appears we’re about to do it again.” He cupped his hands behind his skull so he wouldn’t be totally distracted by her breasts. “So we need to talk because we are actively having sex.”
“What does it mean for us?” she asked, as cautious as a woman could with her breasts on display.
She had a little freckle there on the left one, right beside the pink nipple. “Means we’re both going to be in an excellent mood when we go have bagels.”
She chewed at her bottom lip. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious.” He took everything they discussed seriously.
“Knox.” The way she said his name made him stop with the mouth-on-nipple tug. Which was hard given that her core was rubbing against his erection and that meant there wasn’t a full blood supply to his brain.
“What do you want it to mean?” he asked, genuinely, moving his thumb to pull her bottom lip from between her teeth.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, and shook her head. The sort of wrecked expression on her face brought him up cold.
Instead of continuing the conversation with her rack in his face, he adjusted himself and pulled her down on top, her forehead to his collarbone. Her hands were against his shoulders. If they hadn’t just spent all night making each other come, and he wasn’t totally naked, it might have passed as platonic.
“I don’t know, either,” he admitted to the top of her head. “But I know I want to do it again.”
“With just me?” she asked.
There were times when he didn’t really understand what was happening around him. Like the time at the Olive Garden when they’d asked if he wanted soup or salad and he thought they meant a Super Salad and he said yes. But that wasn’t what they meant.
“I guess not?” she frowned.
“I’m not saying no. It’s just I didn’t expect this.”
“Expect exclusivity?”
Ohhhh. That made more sense. “I thought you were offering up a threesome. Sorry. My bad.”
She smacked his shoulder, light and playful.
“Simmer down there, Knox. I mean, are we going to be exclusive?” She enunciated each word, but it wasn’t necessary. He understood now.
“I’m going to be totally honest here,” he said. “Last night was amazing.” He touched her bottom lip with his thumb, held her gaze with his. “I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t think about anyone else except you. Wondering what you’re doing and where you’re at. I don’t know what that means because I haven’t had this experience before. But I know the thought of another guy touching you makes me want to keep you right here and feed you bagels. So, yeah, I think if we’re gonna keep doing this? I’d appreciate if we didn’t do it with other people, sanctity of marriage and keeping you all to myself.”
She let out what seemed to be a relieved breath. “I like that.”
“I’m not promising you forever,” he said. Clarifying for her or him or maybe both of them? “Because I don’t know how to do that, but I can promise you right now.”
“So we just write an amendment to our agreement.”
“Does it have to be on paper? Because that sounds like I’m not going to enjoy it.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Just that we’ll ride this out until it’s time to stop.”
He could be on board with that.
“You wanna come on the tour with me?” he asked, and then a boulder tumbled in his stomach because he’d never asked anyone to come with him before. She might say no. That wouldn’t be awesome. “When your gig here is done,” he clarified. “You could come along.” He paused. “If you wanted.”
“So you can feed me bagels?” She pressed her breasts against him, and it didn’t seem to be to start anything, but here he was starting to lose brain blood flow.
“So we can bang and then I can feed you bagels,” he said, moving his hand between her legs.
