“Hey!”
“So I was not in a good place last night, and this perfect-looking, sexy, sweet angel—no, don’t interrupt me.” He smiled as I made a face at his rapturous description, since I’d looked like shit when I checked in last night. Although I was comparing his baby blues to a masterpiece a minute ago, so maybe we were both getting carried away with the newness of this feeling.
I didn’t care. Carry me away. Knee-jerk embarrassment at our sudden intimacy was not going to stop me from feeling it. I was too open to him now. And I knew instinctively that he was telling me about his mental state last night because he was trying to be open to me.
While simultaneously divesting me of my clothes.
I lifted my hips and listened attentively, since I applauded both ventures.
“So last night I needed your beautiful body—”
He got my pants off, and I caught up by unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down while he shrugged out of his shirt and then tackled my bra.
“—but I think I needed you more than that.”
Both of us naked now, I rolled on top of him for a change, and with full access to my breasts, he reached up and took advantage, continuing his narrative.
“You were cool and then you were hot, and the whole time you made me laugh. I wanted to wake up in the morning to see you. And, ah, that doesn’t happen. I’m not explaining this well.”
I savored his long fingers stroking, fondling, a deft touch that rendered me slick and ready for him below. “I think you’re doing pretty well.”
He retrieved a condom from his jeans pocket and I rolled it on, the novelty of doing it myself cool, his hard cock jerking under my ministrations. The first thrust as I took him deep inside me caught us both sucking in a breath at the pleasure. And then I rocked against him, slow, fast, experimenting with the rhythms as he rubbed his thumbs against my nipples and gripped my ass, urging me on my knees one time and then leaning back another.
And never taking our eyes off each other the whole time.
“Intimate” didn’t even cover it.
And when he mumbled, “No more teasing,” and flipped me over, coming up behind me to thrust hard, I couldn’t tell who was teasing whom. His arms around my waist, at the last second I strained back into him and…well, I did sing an aria then.
But only in my head. To Jed it probably just sounded like I was panting heavily.
As we lay exhausted, spooning, I took a deep breath. The scent of sweat and sex and tangled sheets was strong. The aroma made me smile.
I guess I liked it dirty, too.
There was always time for a shower together later.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“This is Bob calling for Angie. Can you please let her know I’m on the line?”
I had recognized the number and picked up my office phone myself, pretending to be my own secretary.
Click.
Just so I could do that.
It never got old.
Jed glanced up from the paper he was reading while he waited for me to pack up. “Did you hang up on Bob again? The poor guy is just trying to get you your closing binders.”
“Bull.” I leered at him. “He’s trying to take me to brunch.”
Jed tossed the paper away and stood up to lean across my desk and drop a kiss on my nose. “I’ll kick his ass if he takes you to brunch.”
“My hero.” I laughed.
“Come on. Are you done here?”
“I thought you were working on being better about respecting my work.” I threw some papers into my briefcase and clicked it shut.
“I thought you were working on that life/work balance thing.” He took the briefcase from me and opened my office door to shoo me through it.
“Well, I guess we’ve both got a little work to do.”
My cell rang as we walked to the elevator. “Cassie,” I said, glancing at it. “I’ll text her later. I’m so glad she likes you, by the way. That best-friend test is so important.”
“Not as important as the other one,” he hinted as he pushed the button for the elevator.
“Don’t start with that.”
“She wants to meet you, Angie.”
I put my arms around his neck after we stepped into the elevator and found it empty. “I’m afraid of your mother,” I admitted, only half kidding.
He put his hands around my waist, his blue eyes sincere. “All right, I’m going to tell you the truth. I had to tell her you took my virginity.”
I laughed and stood on my tippy-toes to kiss him. “Now I’ll never meet her.”
“Afraid you’ll have to. She’s insisting on a shotgun wedding.”
I froze as the doors to the elevator opened and we went out into the Renaissance Center, the high-rise complex where my firm had its offices. The W-word had scared me, but if he could tell he didn’t let on as we walked hand in hand. “Remember how I met your mother and it was a big surprise and everything?”