Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,50
three things.”
“They were enough.” I hesitated. “I also think we just had some good chemistry. And there was a lot of . . . tension built up.”
She sighed. “Yeah. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. But I shouldn’t tell you that—you’ll get smug.”
“I was already smug from the magic-wand dick thing.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “No more compliments for you tonight.”
“Hey, I earned them. Didn’t I do a good job with my lines?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “A-plus work going off book.”
“Speaking of A-plus work . . .” I paused reverently.
“What?”
“That blowjob.”
She grinned. “You liked it?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Good.” She fell onto her back and put her hands behind her head, closing her eyes.
“Now who’s smug?” I teased, rolling to my side next to her.
Her eyes closed, but her smile remained. I couldn’t resist tracing her lips with my fingers. She started to laugh. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. I just like your mouth.”
“I bet you do. I let you put your dick in it.”
“Hey, I liked it before that.” I nudged her side. “I just never said anything about it.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. Things just aren’t like that with us. We trade insults, not sweet nothings.”
“True.” She sighed and closed her eyes again.
Unable to resist, I moved my hand to the far side of her hip and pulled her closer to me. “So that whole exceptions clause thing. When exactly does that expire?”
“I don’t know. Midnight?”
I glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. “Guess what? It’s only eleven-thirty-five.”
She looked at me in surprise. “You want to do it again?”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Because we already satisfied our curiosity.”
I shook my head. “Sorry, but my curiosity is not nearly satisfied.”
“No?”
“No.” Taking her by the waist, I hauled her on top of me so she straddled my hips. “For instance, I’m very curious about what you look like as a reverse cowgirl.”
The smile that crept onto her lips sent a bolt of lust shooting straight to my cock. “Saddle up, Ricky. Yeehaw.”
“If you could have a superpower, what would it be?” Bianca looked at me expectantly from across the tub. After a vigorous bout of rodeo sex, we were both sweaty enough to warrant rinsing off, and she’d talked me into a bath. We were sitting back against opposite ends, bubbles up to our chests.
“Easy,” I said. “I’d want to read minds.”
“Oh my God, that’s the last thing I’d want.”
“Why? It would make you so powerful. You’d be able to outsmart any opponent, win every argument, know every pitch that was coming at you before you had to take a swing.”
She shook her head. “Life is not a baseball game, and some thoughts are meant to be private.”
“Okay, so what superpower would you want?”
“Time travel,” she said. “So I could go back and undo a bunch of stupid mistakes.”
I studied her dripping hair, which was much darker when it was wet—almost burgundy. It made her skin look even more radiant. I liked her face without makeup too. And the fact that she was wearing diamonds in the bathtub. “Like bringing a book to that high school dance?”
She shook her head. “No. I stand by that decision.”
Laughing, I reached for her, tugging her toward me. “Come here, selfish, I have to stretch my legs and you’re taking up all the room at that end of the tub.” Really, it was just an excuse to feel her skin on mine, but she didn’t have to know that.
She floated over to me and lay with her stomach above mine, her hands on my chest. Beneath her hips, my cock stirred. I knew she felt it from the way she looked up at me. Expecting a joke, I was surprised when she didn’t make one. In fact, the look in her eye—maybe I couldn’t read minds, but I was getting pretty good at reading her—was practically an invitation.
“So,” I said, sliding my hands down her back, over her ass. “It’s definitely after midnight.”
“It is.”
I pulled her tighter against me. “I vote we extend the clause until sunrise.”
“I second that vote.”
“Then I believe it is unanimous, Mrs. Moretti.”
She smiled, her eyes going wide, and whispered, “That is so fucking weird.”
“I know. Are you actually going to change your name?”
“I guess. It might look suspicious if I don’t.”
“I think you should.” I really did, and it wasn’t just for appearances. There was something I honestly liked about the idea, although it would have been more fun if she’d