He makes a face and closes his eyes, breathing deeply. “Trying. Give me a minute.”
I wait for him to calm down over his jealously.
When he’s calm he opens his eyes and gives me a tight smile. “I don’t have any tattoos.”
“You’re sexy without them.” I touch his abs. “I don’t want anything marring this.”
“Sexy, huh?” He hugs me to him. “I think you’re pretty sexy too.”
“Me?” I feign disbelief. “I haven’t a clue why.”
He grins down at me. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’ve seen you naked. Or how sexy you are when you’re just being you. Or how when you look at me with those hazel eyes my heart nearly stops. I love those eyes. I love this smart mouth.” He kisses softly, eyes sucking me in. “You’re pretty sexy to me.”
“Show me how sexy you think I am.” I touch the hair peeking out of his boxers.
He sucks in sharp breath and grins wider, eyes naughty just like that. His hands slide down to cup my ass. “First we’ll start with this. When you move this, I’m done for.” I start to rock my hips and he nods. “Done for.” He slides his hands up to my waist, trails them over my stomach and then cups my breasts. “You have a beautiful body and perfect tits. But this,” he says, reaching up to cup my face, “is my favorite part. Everything I want is up here.” He kisses me deeply.
“Everything?” I whisper against his lips.
He reaches down to touch me through my shorts. “Well, not everything.”
He whisks me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom. We don’t waste time. My clothes are off and so are his. He slides the condom on over his length and then enters me slowly. We look into each other’s eyes the entire time; even when I orgasm and they threaten to close I keep them open for him so he can see what he’s doing to me. Watching his pleasure is something I don’t think I can ever get used to, because I’m responsible for it. I’m doing it to him. His pleasure is as much mine as mine is his. When we’re finished I lie beside him, breathing hard and satisfied.
He stares at the empty condom boxes on the floor. “We have one more left.”
I smile at the ceiling, recalling Becca’s excuses. “Have you ever not used one?”
“No,” he admits.
“Really?”
He looks over at me. “Really. I’m an idiot, but I’m not a complete moron. I wasn’t going to risk getting a girl pregnant.” He winks at me. “Why, you want to?”
“I’d like to try it.” Skin on skin sounded enticing.
He looks down at his penis. “What do you say, big fella? You think you can go again?”
I swat him and laugh. “Kent.”
“Sorry. The consensus is a snack and a break. Let’s go to dinner.” He rolls out of bed and grabs my ankle, pulling me away from his pillows.
“How? We don’t have a car. Did you find your bike?” I get of bed and grab my panties, putting them on.
“No. Not yet,” he reveals.
I frown and put my bra back on. Following with my jeans and his shirt, I’m as good as I’m going to get. “You’re a buffoon. Who loses a motorcycle?”
“Only me.”
I sit down on the bed and comb my fingers through my hair as he dresses in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. He styles his hair, which only makes it look like he didn’t style it at all, and rubs some moisturizing stuff on his face. Spraying cologne on himself, he eyes his reflection in the mirror. “Hot or what?”
“Or what.”
He rolls his eyes in the mirror. “Hater.”
On our way into the living room I grab my purse off the floor and find my makeup. As he calls a taxi I try and look as or what at him.
“Oblivion,” he says into the phone.
I drop my mascara. “Kent.”
“Eight’s good.” Hanging up, he looks at me. “What?” he asks innocently.
“I thought we weren’t going to drink anymore?”
“We’re not. We’re going to go to Oblivion and make kissy face all over Sophie’s section. And maybe we’ll dance and I’ll talk to Wayne and get your job back.”
I look at him firmly. “I don’t want my job back.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I want to go to school. I don’t know what for, but if I have to work at a bar for the rest of my life with people