was, the best sex of my life. Chels and Kayla will bring me food, wine, and comfort. I will survive if it ends here.
Embarrassed I’ve admitted last night was special, I slide out of bed and move away from him. “Want some coffee?”
Before he can see my embarrassment, I turn my back and walk toward the stairs bare-footed and bare-assed.
“Sure.” The sheets rustle behind me. Shit, he’s getting up. “I’ll help.”
“No,” I snap a little too harshly. “Stay in bed and I’ll bring it to you.”
“Bathroom first.”
I wait on the stairway until the door closes behind him and then run back for my dress and shoes. The Keurig makes Zack his cup of coffee while I slide on my dress and fasten it. My strappy red shoes look odd on my feet at nine in the morning, but they’ll carry me out of here.
I don’t need to hear how last night wasn’t “different” to Zack, so I’ll say goodbye and call an Uber to take me home. I take a deep breath, walk into the bedroom, and pretend he’s not the sexiest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He’s propped up on the pillows with an expression on his face that looks like he’d bite me if I got too close. I refuse to act like my leaving is a big deal.
“Why are you dressed?”
“I don’t know if you use cream or sugar, but it’s hot.” I place his cup on the bedside table, hold my shoulders straight, and make an effort to appear calm. “Stay put. I’ll call an Uber.”
Zack’s hand grips my wrist. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me. You’re upset, so talk to me.”
I shrug, trying to extricate my arm, yet have no luck. “In case you haven’t noticed it’s daylight. The date is over, and I don’t think I’ll stick around for the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech.”
4
Zack
She thought I was going to blow her off? “Take off that fucking dress and get back in bed before I rip it off and paddle your sweet ass.”
“Why?” Her jaw is set like she’s ready for a fight, but her eyes give her away. An abandoned kitten on the side of the highway couldn’t look more hurt and confused.
“You don’t get to ask. Remember? My rules? You trust me to make the right choices for you and I choose to have you naked in my bed.” I don’t raise my voice. I’ve found dropping it an octave or two makes a bigger impact. At the same time, my chest feels as if a grenade exploded inside me.
Morgan’s blue eyes are dark as an angry sea but she obeys my command, letting her dress fall to the floor. I swing my feet off the bed and pull her onto my lap. “Feet.” Her body is stiff as I slide off her shoes one at a time. I stand and lift her in my arms and place her in the center of my bed.
She still hasn’t spoken a word, so I crawl on top of her so we’re skin to skin. I can’t find words for the emotions I’m feeling, so I kiss her. I breathe a sigh of relief when she opens her mouth and allows my tongue inside. Passion ignites between us, turning our kiss into a duel of tongues while our hands roam across bare flesh.
Her soft moan releases the rest of the tension in my body. My cock is hard as steel and I can’t help but smile.
“What made you think I wanted you to leave?” I shift so she can feel my erection pressing against her thigh. “If I had my way, you’d spend the day in my bed with my cock buried inside you.”
“You have an amazing depth for romantic words.” Her eyes return to sparkling blue, and her sexy smile makes me want her even more.
“That’s me. I’m a real charmer.” I try joking but fail. “One who wants you to stay.”
“Truth or lie?” Her eyebrows lift. I like this playful side of her. My cock agrees as it swells even larger.
“Lie and truth,” I admit. “I haven’t charmed you this morning. I almost let you slip away. But I need the truth from you.”
“You clammed up the minute I said our time together felt like more.”
I can’t dispute my reaction. The truth stunned me. “I’ll admit hearing you say it out loud threw me for a second.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and