as though it were my first kiss of the day and the last kiss of my life. We kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues. I loved the little moans that escaped her mouth when I nibbled on her bottom lip or the way she gripped my arms tighter or arched her breasts into my chest when I flicked my tongue on the roof of her mouth. Her delicate lips struck a vibrant chord in me. I lost focus, and kissing her was the only thing that mattered. I hadn’t known I could enjoy the art of making out so much.
Or maybe it was just with Sonia.
Her kisses slowed, and she pushed me to my back. I thought she was going to ride me, but she laid her head on my chest instead.
“I’m tired,” she whispered, snuggling against me.
My hands trailed up and down her bare back. “I’m horny.” My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants.
She merely laughed. “Of course you are. You’re always horny.”
This time was different. But I knew she wouldn’t believe me. I’d had drunk sex before, lots of times. I wasn’t drunk now. But, this time, the stakes were higher, and I didn’t want to risk it because I could lose it all.
“You’re always so honest.” I kissed her temple.
“Want honesty?” Her tone was soft, her breathing evening out. “You’re the best kisser I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
She might as well have told me I’d won an Olympic medal.
“Really. But don’t be too impressed. There weren’t that many before Jeff.”
What she didn’t know and what I didn’t tell her was that she was the best kisser I’d ever had, too.
I ran my fingers through the ends of her hair, repeating the motion over and over. She was still in her bra and panties, and I debated on getting her that Def Deception shirt from the edge of the bed, but I was again replaying what she’d just said, and I was too comfortable and content to move or care.
Soon, we were both asleep, and I knew I’d have to deal with everything else in the morning.
Chapter 14
Sonia
“Shit.” I gripped my pounding head, which felt as though a sledgehammer were playing Beethoven’s Fifth on the inside of my brain. I lifted my neck and then let it fall again, unable to open my eyes. My pillow wasn’t soft. It wasn’t fluffy, and it didn’t smell like my laundry detergent.
I opened one eye and shot up to a sitting position, nearly toppling over again from the wild pounding in my head. But then I realized I was straddling Brad, who was clearly smiling.
Why must I always find myself in the most compromising situations with this man? Always on top of him.
“Morning, Shorts.” He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He was shirtless and sported the sexiest bedhead I’d ever seen on a man.
I stood straight up on the bed and then realized I was only in underwear and a bra.
I covered myself with my hands, walked off the bed, and face-planted on the floor.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” The pain from landing on my elbow shot up my arm.
Immediately, Brad was beside me, scooping me up and placing me on the bed.
I pushed at his chest. “No.” The dizziness took over, and I fell back against the mattress. I threw one arm over my eyes. “Please tell me we didn’t sleep together.” I rubbed a shaky finger against my temple. “Please. Please. Please.”
The bed indented by the weight of him, and he grabbed my hand and pulled it from my eyes.
“We didn’t,” he said, all humor gone from his face.
I squinted against the sunlight peeking through my curtains. I exhaled in relief. “So, we didn’t?”
“No, Sonia.” There was that I’m up to no good smirk again.
I swallowed hard. “Do I still have a job? Because I really, really love my job.”
He blinked, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say no. And then I would cry or throw up. Because I loved my place and being on my own, and I still felt sick from all the liquor I’d had yesterday.
His eyebrows pulled together as though he were contemplating, but then, with a tip of his chin, he answered. “Yes. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“Thank God.” My eyes flew to the ceiling and then back to his face. “Why am I practically naked then?”
“You asked me to help you out of your clothes.” He rubbed his thumb