voice as she traced a tattoo on his biceps.
Tuck was lying on his back, still trying to catch his breath after round two. Jodi had straddled him and tormented him with her extremely slow movements until he couldn’t stand it a second longer. Then, he’d grabbed her hips to rapidly thrust up into her.
Jodi was completely at ease with her body, and he loved the way she was draped over him, one hip at his side, her top leg stretched over his, her knee nestled between his thighs. She had her head propped up on her palm. Her hair was a mess of curls he couldn’t stop touching.
And he didn’t. He continually stroked the back of her head. He glanced down at the tattoo she was outlining. “That’s a SEAL tattoo.” He lifted his opposite hand to point to the parts. “Trident, eagle, piston, and anchor.”
“It’s so intricate.”
He smiled at her and then lifted his head to kiss her again. He needed to kiss her every few seconds. Drawn like a magnet.
She leaned closer and gave him what he wanted, cupping his face and kissing him passionately. “You let me control the second time.” Her cheeks were flushed. “I was starting to think you’d never let me touch you.” She ran her fingers up and down his chest as she spoke, distracting him.
“Baby, you can touch me whenever you want. The only reason I held your hands that first time was so I wouldn’t come prematurely from your touch. Plus…” he lifted his head and kissed her again, “you liked it.”
She flushed deeper. “I did.” She bit her lip. “You know, this morning, when I was pacing around my apartment thinking about how you probably weren’t coming back, ever, I wondered if I had turned you off when I was so forward on Saturday.”
He frowned, not sure what she was talking about.
“When I was saying that I didn’t want to have lunch. I just wanted to have sex and stuff like that. I thought maybe that had turned you off.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair and held her head. “Jodi, not even close. I love when you suggest things that seem risqué to you, causing you to blush and fidget. It’s adorable. Never stop. And I will never complain if you tell me you want to have sex instead of lunch. Never. Not once.”
“Good, then you won’t mind that I don’t want to go out to dinner either. I’m starving though. We might need to order pizza in a while. After we have sex again.”
He nodded. “Love that idea.”
She held his gaze a few seconds longer and then pulled back. “I’m going to use the bathroom. Be right back.”
He watched her as she slid off the bed and padded away from him, his cock stiffening again at the vision of her fantastic ass. When she returned, she grabbed his T-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head.
“Now, why’d you do that?”
She giggled. “It’ll be more fun if you unwrap me again, won’t it?”
“Maybe.”
She glanced around. “So, this is where we live now?”
He pulled himself to sitting, leaned against the headboard, and drew the sheet over his once-again stiff erection. “You like it? The beige is so attractive. We could maybe add a few colorful pillows and really liven it up.”
She eyed his suitcase and various piles of belongings. He’d dropped everything in random spots when he arrived in the middle of the night. “Do you have stuff somewhere?”
“Yeah. I have a storage unit. When I sold my mom’s house, I got rid of most of the furniture, but mementos and childhood things are all in a unit nearby.”
She wandered over to the bedside table and tapped the folder on top, shivering visibly. “For the rest of my life I’m going to wince every time I see a manila folder like this.”
He chuckled. “Why’s that?”
“Because all I can think about is you carrying around those ridiculous scripts all the time.”
He reached over and snagged this last folder. “This one’s even worse. You want to see?” He opened it and handed her the papers.
She stared at the top one for a long time before lifting her gaze. “They asked you to star on the next season?”
“Asked is a mild word. Joanne, the executive producer, practically got on her knees begging me. For some reason, it was really important to her. I dropped this folder in the trash can. She pulled it back out and forced me to take it.”
Jodi