“So confident.”
“Yup. And when you are, I’m going to make love to you all fucking night.”
I gasped. My heart raced and my breath got stuck in my throat. He lowered himself over me again, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, “I’m counting the seconds.” He kissed me again and I opened my mouth to feel his tongue inside me. We stayed there kissing for ages, before he stopped and pulled me off the bed.
“So what say we paint a little girl’s bedroom bright pink?”
“Sure.” I nodded and reached for my top, but he pulled it away from me.
“No. Keep it off.” His eyes were staring straight at my breasts.
“I’m not painting topless.”
“I’ll take mine off too.” He whipped his shirt off and my eyes drifted over his naked chest. God, he was hot. And it felt like forever since I’d seen him this undressed.
“Okay.” I nodded, feeling quite hypnotized by him at that moment. He was obviously working his black magic again, because who on earth would agree to paint a bedroom topless?
Me. That’s who.
52. Mariah Carey Would Be Envious . . .
“Youdidn’t have sex?”
“We didn’t have sex,” I repeated.
“You didn’t havesex?”
“We didn’t have sex.”
“Youdidn’thave sex?” JJ was repeating the line like a broken record, emphasizing different words each time as if that might change my answer somehow.
“Jesus, JJ. Get over it. For the tenth time, we didn’t have sex.” I smacked him on the arm playfully. He was still wide-eyed with shock.
“So you painted a room topless, and you didn’t have sex?”
“Exactly,” I said innocently.
JJ eyed me suspiciously, “I hope you’re not keeping secrets from me.”
I laughed. “Oh please. I couldn’t keep a secret from you if I tried.”
It was already 5 p.m. by the time I’d been able to relate last night’s events to them. I’d woken up at 1 p.m., my body obviously knew that this was the first day of my entire adult life that I found myself unemployed, and it was making the most of it. I’d then had a leisurely coffee downstairs by the tree, and now I was flipping through décor magazines with JJ while we came up with ideas for the coffee shop.
“So what do you think of this?” JJ asked, holding up the magazine.
“I’m not so sure a Mercedes Sports Car would look good in the middle of the restaurant,” I said, looking at the magazine.
“No. Not for the restaurant. For me?”
“You?”
“I think I would look good driving it around,” he said, looking at the shiny silver thing.
“You have a perfectly good Audi already,” I said, going back to the décor magazines.
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could have it and I would get a new car.”
“Me? No. You can’t give me your car.”
