A pin into his heart. “And a terrible father.”
The doll falls from her hands, and she looks up at me, a feral glint to her eyes. “You’re not selfish, or bad at oral.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Nope and nope.” Without warning, Tori launches herself at me, and it’s only thanks to my quick reflexes kicking in that I catch her midair, her legs wrapping around me and squeezing tightly as she devours my mouth with her kiss.
Who knew cursing someone could be hot as fuck foreplay.
They say all good things must come to an end, and I’m living that reality right now. After I fucked her from behind as she leaned over the kitchen counter, we made it to the bathroom before she dropped to her knees in the shower. I returned the favour — twice — in her bed, and only then did we finally realize the time and the fact her kid will be back in a couple of hours, grandparents in tow.
Getting dressed was the last thing I wanted to do, but here we are, standing at her front door.
“Thank you,” she says, leaning against the wall next to the door. There’s a peaceful expression on her face that’s so damn beautiful, it takes my breath away. “This weekend was more than I expected, but exactly what I needed.”
I’m not loving how tangled up I feel hearing her say that. Part of me wants to cheer and high-five myself, the other part is panicking that things are veering a little too much into relationship territory.
Opting for cocky humour, I deflect those pesky feelings. “No need to thank me, angel. It’s not like I didn’t have a fucking fantastic weekend myself.” Yeah, so fantastic I don’t want to leave. And that’s mildly terrifying.
Tori steps toward me, placing her hands on my shoulders and tilting her head to the side. Nervous energy radiates from her, and I weirdly want to take her in my arms and erase all of it. But that would be stupid.
“We could do this again, if you want.”
My body freezes at her words.
“Just casual, I mean. I know you don’t do relationships, and you said it yourself, I’m not looking for one. But you make me feel really good, Sawyer. I’d be open to feeling good again. That’s all.”
I force myself to relax. A casual fling, friends with benefits type thing? I could try that. After all, my friends don’t distract me when I’m at work, so this doesn’t have to be any different.
You’re not fucking your friends, a not-so-helpful voice in my head points out. Maybe so, but there’s no denying the chemistry between Tori and me. If this works as a way for us both to get dynamite sex on the reg, what’s the harm?
No feelings, just fucking.
Cupping her chin in my hand, I give her a heated look. “Count me in.”
Relief and excitement dance over her face before she schools it into something more serious. “Good. But one thing. If we’re doing this, we’re only being intimate with each other. That’s a deal-breaker for me.”
“Not a problem.” My answer comes swiftly. She doesn’t need to know that won’t be an issue since I can’t even think about another woman right now. “But that means all your orgasms belong to me.”
Her eyes widen. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I drop my voice down to a low whisper. “All your orgasms aremine.”
“What if you’re not here and I’m horny?” she asks and I get a fucking semi just from hearing her say it.
“Doesn’t matter. No toys, no fingers, nothing if I’m not here with you.”
The little whimper that escapes her as I bite down gently on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder makes me seriously regret the fact that I need to leave right now. But if I don’t go, we’ll end up fucking again, and I know she’s got a lot to do before her son comes home. That’s the only thing that works to make me step back, pick up my backpack, and open her front door.
“Say hi to Coop for me,” I say with a wink, making myself act as if I’m not fighting a raging hard-on at the thought of owning every single one of her orgasms.
I walk out the door and down the path to my truck, chancing a quick look over my shoulder after dumping my backpack in the back seat. She’s still standing there, a dazed look on her beautiful face.
And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel good knowing I put it there.
Chapter eighteen
Tori
“Mom, look! It’s Sawyer. Can we stop, please?” Cooper’s excited voice comes from the back seat of my car as we slow down at a four-way stop just before the fire station. My heart speeds up as I look for Sawyer, skipping a beat when I see his tall body climbing down from a fire truck. I want to stop, to see him again, but is that weird? To show up with my kid just a few days after spending the weekend naked with him?
