tonight.”
“You’re a tease,” she cries, pushing me in the stomach with both hands and failing to move me an inch. She pins me with an accusing glower. “You just…offer your twenty-minute dick up to me earlier with your stupid, When was the last time you were properly fucked? voice and now you’re taking it away! I should have known you were full of shit and messing with me. You’re probably not even attracted to me. You just like to fuck with me all these years at the bakery for some sick twisted pleasure you get out of messing with a high-strung woman. And for the record Deano, I know I’m high-strung, okay? You try being raised by Elaine Donahue and learn how to let go of control…it’s not easy, bitch. I’ve worked hard to become the person I am today and you will not make me feel like a fool—”
I slam my lips against her mouth to shut her the fuck up. She yelps her surprise but then softens against me, all those warm, luscious curves molding into my naked chest like a memory-foam pillow. My tongue demands entry because I hate everything she just said. Good God, is she insane? Does she not see how wild she makes me? Does she not know how hot she is, even in her drunken, slurred state? Even in her neurotic, measure three times, control freak state of mind? I’d have fucked her six ways to Sunday by now if she would have given me the opening.
But not like this.
Not like this.
No matter how fucking bad I want it.
I pull away, dragging ragged breaths into my lungs as I struggle to get enough oxygen. It’s not the elevation that’s the issue. It’s Norah. She stares back at me, confused and uncertain, so for good measure, I grab her hand and press it firmly against my cock. Her eyes widen and her fingers twitch against my hardened flesh. “Tell me I’m not attracted to you one more time, Norah, and I will fucking spank your ass the second you’re sober, right before I fuck it.”
She inhales a shaky breath, her eyes like lava as they bore into mine. “Can I get that in writing?” A flash of a smile teases her lips.
Goddamn, I’m a saint. I kiss her on the forehead. “We’ll discuss it in the morning, boss.”
She giggles and slowly extracts her hand from my groin. My erection is painfully obvious in these cotton pants, and she won’t stop looking at it, which only makes it worse. She swallows and says, “We’ll only discuss our sex arrangement if you sleep with me tonight.”
I frown at that remark. “What? I just said—”
“Sleep, not have sex, Mr. Killjoy.”
I huff out an incredulous laugh. “You want me to sleep with you?”
“Yes, or no deal tomorrow. Those are my terms.” She lifts her sleepy eyes to me and smiles knowingly.
I shake my head at her. “Always fucking negotiating.”
She squeals excitedly and bounces over to the bed seeming less drunk than a bit ago. But still not sober, I remind my aching cock. She pulls back the covers and I can’t help but admire her in my white T-shirt. Other women have worn my shirts before. Most without asking. But none have looked as good in them as Norah.
I turn off the lights and join her in the bed. The bright moonlight streaming into the room illuminates her body as she faces away from me in the bed.
Being in bed with her is strange.
I mean, it’s not uncommon for me to spend the night with a woman. But it is unheard of for me to spend the night with a woman I haven’t had sex with. I haven’t slept in the same bed as Kate or Lynsey, and they are my two closest friends.
I groan heavily and try to clear my mind of any sexual thoughts so I can actually get some sleep.
“You smell good,” Norah says without turning over to look at me.
“You can smell me from your side of the bed?” I ask, rolling onto my back and propping my hand behind my head.
“Your T-shirt,” she says, and I hear her inhale deeply.
“Ah,” I reply, not knowing what else to say. “You smell pretty good too.”
She turns over to look at me with an amused expression on her face. “Are you wearing my slutty pajama top? I’m not too drunk to miss that, am I?”
My chest shakes with silent laughter. “I mean…in general. Every time I’ve