that damn near impossible.
We make love once more before sleep pulls us under.
Chapter Twenty-One
Light pours through the windows, and like a cat, I stretch, causing every muscle to cry out in rebellion. Damon lies next to me, head propped on his elbow, hair mussed up, and ready for more.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Like the dead. How long have you been up?”
“Less than an hour.” He brushes his thumb across my lips. “Watching you sleep is my new favorite pastime.” He kisses my forehead, then nose, and finally my lips. “I made coffee. Do you want some?”
“Sure. I can get it.”
He rolls over and picks up a white carafe from the nightstand.
“I’ve got it. Black with a dash of cream, right?”
“How do you remember? We only had coffee together a few times.”
“It’s all in the details.” He pours and doctors a cup. “Once you have coffee, I’ll fix you breakfast. I make a mean omelet.”
He hands me the cup and slides back into bed next to me.
“Are you worn out?” His eyes are alight with a fiery passion.
“Not enough to stop.”
“Oh, my girl is insatiable.”
“Your girl is hungry.”
“Come on.” He climbs out of bed and starts for the door. “You can’t live off sex alone.”
No, but I’m willing to try.
Damon makes an excellent omelet that we enjoy on the deck out back. The view of the canyon is breathtaking. It’s hard to believe we’re only twenty minutes outside the city.
After cleaning up our dishes, I get a tour of the house. It spans three floors, each containing a large deck. As we enter the theater, I’m amazed at how much it looks like an actual cinema. There’s a concession stand with a popcorn machine and a glass case that contains everything from Whoppers to Sour Patch Kids.
“The movie came yesterday.”
“How did you do that? You must have some incredible connections.”
“It’s true what they say, that it’s not always what you know, but often who you know that’s more important. I was thinking we could invite Anthony and Emma if you want.”
“Is it okay if we don’t this time? This is our first weekend together, and I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
“It’s a deal, but don’t forget to call your parents about tomorrow. Sadly, I already told my mother we’d stop by after lunch for a quick visit today. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course, it’s okay. What time are we going there?”
“Not for a few hours. We have time for other things if you’re interested.”
“You can persuade me to do other things.”
Damon and I spend the next two hours making love on every surface we could lie on, kneel on, or stand on. Nothing was exempt. We started downstairs on the pool table and ended upstairs on the kitchen counter, with lawn chairs, desks, and benches in-between. When we couldn’t take any more, we dragged our sore bodies up the stairs and got ready for the visit with his mother.
Unpacking my bag, I pull out the red scarf and set it on the bed. Damon looks at the scarf. “We’ll need that later.” The way he says it makes me warm all over. He walks to the corner and picks up my black stilettos. “We’ll need these, too.”
Heat rushes from my chest to my face.
“Don’t worry, I know your boss, and I can get him to cut you some slack if you need a day to recover.” He winks, then goes to the bathroom to prepare our shower.
We take a long, leisurely shower, enjoying the simple pleasure of lathering and rinsing each other. He washes my hair and detangles it with his conditioner.
Stepping out, we dry one another before he reaches for my brush and pulls it from my crown to the ends. I’ve never had a man brush my hair—it is another first and feels so much better when someone else does it. The bristles of my brush massage my scalp as he gently strokes the tangles free.
“Your hair is soft and silky and always smells good.” He lifts my wet hair and brings it to his nose. “Now you smell like me.”
“Which is good because you smell amazing too. What cologne do you wear?”
“Something from D & G that my mom gives me every Christmas.”
“I like it.”
He dresses and excuses himself to take care of emails and phone calls while I spend the next thirty minutes getting ready to visit his mom.
We arrive around one o’clock, and Rose has hugs for both of us and a kiss