“And?” he asked.
“And now you’re leaving.”
“I have to get to the office. They’re holding three ass**les who wanted to hurt you. I wanna find out what’s happening.”
This sounded plausible. I still didn’t like it.
“But we haven’t had sex yet,” I blurted.
For a second I realized I threw him and he looked surprised. He had absolutely no idea that was going to come out of my mouth. Then again, neither did I.
Still, I’d said it so I was going to have to go with it.
“We always have morning sex. We always have night-time sex. We can’t not have morning sex. What does that mean? Next we’re not going to have night-time sex?” I asked.
His lips started twitching as I continued.
“You fed my cat. I always have to feed my cat. How am I going to get used to not being the one who has to feed my cat? It’s always been just me. And Nick, of course, but that’s not the same thing. He doesn’t break up Boo’s food like you and I do.”
I was babbling. I knew it and I didn’t care.
I wanted to have sex.
“Jules –”
“You can’t just get up, make me coffee, feed my cat and then leave. What’s up with that?” I went on.
“Jules –”
“We have a ritual,” I interrupted him. “I like our ritual. I’m not good with change.”
Now I was lying. I had no problem with change.
Bottom line, I wanted sex.
His hands came to the sides of my face and he said again, “Jules.”
“What?” I snapped.
“Take off your underwear.”
My belly did a roller-coaster plummet and I blinked, again.
“What?”
“Do it,” he demanded.
Okay, now I was freaking out and deciding maybe I didn’t want to have sex even though I wanted sex now more than ever.
All the while looking at him I pushed down my underwear and it fell to the floor. No sooner did it hit my feet then he lifted me up, hands at my ass and my arms and legs automatically circled him.
He went down to the floor on his knee then he put me on my back and covered me with his body.
“What are we doing?” I asked, staring into his eyes.
I felt his hand between us, working at his belt.
“We’re gonna have to be quick.”