does roll away. He turns onto his side and takes me with him. Kissing me again, slowly and meaningfully, he sighs against my lips.
“I need ten minutes to recharge, sweetheart,” he says, kissing his way to my ear. “Then I can make us both come again.” I shiver as he nips my ear. “But while I’m waiting…”
His hand slips down my belly, tracing its way between my thighs, teasing. I open my mouth and a gasp comes out as he parts my lower lips and finds my clit.
“Oh, little witch,” he murmurs. “You’re already wet for me…”
I kiss his lips, desperately wanting this moment to go on forever.
17
Lars
I fuck Pippa twice more before we fall asleep, sweaty and exhausted. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is the sound of her steady breathing and the feel of her lying on my chest.
I open my eyes to find myself alone in my bed. Pippa’s clothes are gone from my floor. Her side of the bed has been straightened. There is no sign that Pippa was even here other than the wrinkled sheets.
It’s early in the morning but I can hear her moving around downstairs.
After a quick shower, I head down to see what she’s up to. Clattering down the stairs, I find Pippa in the kitchen, cooking eggs in a loose light blue dress. She turns to me, blushing a little, and points to the French press on the counter.
“Coffee.”
I pad over to the French press and find a mug. As I take a sip of the steaming brew, I eye her. She is using a spatula to stir the eggs and making a concerted effort not to look my way.
“You’re being weird,” I say.
She sets the spatula down and pushes back her copper curls. She turns, wrapping her arms around herself and resting her hip against the counter. “I feel pretty weird,” she admits. “I just spent the night in my best friend’s bed. I’m not sure where to go from there.”
I take a deep breath, tilting my head. “Do you want things to change drastically?”
She looks down, frowning a little. “Not really.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Then they won’t. We’ll just be friends who occasionally fuck each other’s brains out.”
She bites her lower lip. “Won’t that complicate our fake relationship?”
“Why would it?” I nod at the pan of eggs. “Those are going to burn if you don’t stir them.”
Two spots of color appear in her cheeks. She stirs the eggs then pushes some toast in the toaster. Her expression is unreadable.
“You’re overthinking things,” I say, taking another sip. Her expression remains puzzled.
“It doesn’t seem like we should just be able to do this,” she says, shaking her head.
The toast pops up. She dishes the eggs out into plates and adds the toast.
I stop her as she’s about to pick up the plates. Turning her around, I put my hands on her shoulders and look down at her.
“We can do whatever we want,” I say, looking intently at her expression.
There is a little fear in her blue eyes. “I don’t want anything to come between us and ruin between our friendship. You’re basically the only family I have, Lars.”
My heat thumps in my chest. “I promise that won’t happen.”
She looks at me, her expression almost begging. “You swear?”
My lips tip upward. “On my life, Pippa. And I will abide by your rules — that is, not seeing anyone else while we’re… choosing to be intimate.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
I huff a laugh. “Ja, I’m quite sure.”
She exhales a deep breath. “Okay.”
I pull her into the shelter of my arms, kissing the top of her head. She smells faintly of vanilla.
“One thing that will probably make it easier is the fact that we have a planned escape hatch,” she murmurs.
Pulling back, I raise a brow. “Oh?”
She smiles lightly and moves away, picking up the plates. “Ja. I mean, we are supposed to break up in a couple of months anyway. So that will be a good time to think about… ending things.”
I grab our coffee mugs and follow her to the table. “You already have that planned out, huh?”
She sits down, shooting me a little glare. “Look, some of us don’t live like you do. We don’t base jump or race yachts just because we like the rush of adrenaline. Some of us are plotters and planners.”
I pull a plate of eggs over to me, digging in. “You had better eat fast.”