“Hey.” His voice turned a bit serious as he trailed his fingers down my side. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
The best? Really? Was that true?
“Me too,” I said. Okay, I had to do better than that. “You made good on your promise. That was much better than the ganache. You’ve got some moves, Tim.”
“That was all you. You were amazing.”
I was pretty sure that wasn’t entirely the truth, but I loved that he said it, and it encouraged me to confide. I sighed. But two orgasms.Two.I’d never even had one during sex. “I thought that was a myth.”
“What was a myth?”
“The G-spot and multiple orgasms.”
He chuckled, and I snuggled closer into his arms, content. Until I started thinking about what would happen now, whether I should stay the night, and how we’d act when we woke up.
“We’ve got all night,” he said, as though he knew what my mind was churning. “Rest, and maybe we should try some more bedsport later.” But his stomach growled. “Although, I’m starving. I was too nervous to eat at dinner.”
“Oh, we left our boxes of food on the table downstairs. Not that I minded our rush,” I added. “But I’m hungry too.” I hadn’t even eaten my salad either.
“Well, we’ve worked up an appetite. Should we order room service?”
I nodded, and he grabbed one of the menus. We surveyed it together, a sheet pulled up to my chest. “Would it be really gross to order a burger and fries?” I asked.
“Nah. I feel very good about that decision.”
Tim ordered on the phone, and then he pulled me over to his chest, and we snuggled and giggled while our stomachs growled, which we decided was like whales talking to each other.
When the food arrived, we both dug in like we hadn’t eaten in days.
“Mmm, something about watching you eating makes me ravenous…for you,” Tim said, holding out a particularly chunky fry.
We both laughed and ate, and he kissed my salty lips between bites. Once we were finished, Tim grabbed a dressing gown, pulled it on, stacked the plates on the trolley and wheeled it out to the hallway. He dropped his dressing gown at the foot of the bed and crawled up the bed toward me, already hard, with a determined look in his eyes, until all that muscle and broadness was hovered over me. I reached up and felt his dense shoulder muscles rippling under my palm.
“You know what?” I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I clasped his hands over his head and nuzzled his neck. “I’m in charge this time, so just lie there.”
He bucked his hips against me. “Fuck yeah, back to bossy Tabitha. I like it.”
I liked him calling me bossy in this situation, and I was determined to show him exactly how bossy I could be. Perry had never wanted me taking control, but with Tim beneath me, pushing up against me, looking at me as though I was his everything, and worshipping my body with his deft fingers and tongue, I felt powerful. Sexy. Alluring.
Afterward, he pulled me against him, and I snuggled back into him.
“I think I might be quite good at this sex thing after all,” I said, my body blissful and singing from all the scrapes of his scruff and sweat.
He chuckled. “Hate to say it, but I told you so.”
I gave him a playful kick in the shins.
“Ow! Oh jeez,” he said, reaching under the covers. “Your kick is more painful than bloody Fitzy, and he’s got about a thousand pounds on you and twelve inches.”
“Fitzy, your little rugby friend?”
“Little, ha! And when I’m not cutting him down to size, my little sister has to do it.”
“A true love story.”
He smiled at me. That reminded me of when we were twenty-five and Tim dodged a commitment to me. I pushed that worry away and reminded myself that he promised to be different, and I promised to give him a chance.
“Anyway,” he said, very casually. “I’ll be facing Fitzy at the game tomorrow night.” Simon had told us viewers would want to see some B-roll footage of us outside the house in the real world,and that this rugby game would be perfect, so we’d be filmed there tomorrow evening.
