“Delivery.”
He chuckled and tightened his hold on me. “Pretty sure they don’t offer in-bed service.”
“An untapped market.”
Calvin reached underneath my shirt and trailed his hand up my chest.
“Don’t say it,” I warned.
Calvin sat up on his elbow and kissed my ear. “I’ll service you in bed,” he said, voice deep and sexy, but I could hear the smile in his tone.
I laughed and looked over my shoulder. “What did I just say?”
“It was too easy.”
“Usually I’d take you up on it, bad joke and all,” I said as I rolled onto my back.
“You slept with your contacts in again.”
“Fuck, I know.” I rubbed one eye. “But we can’t,” I continued.
“Why’s that?” Calvin asked. He propped his head up and let his free hand caress my exposed stomach and hip.
“I threw out the condoms.” I blinked a few times as the red-tinted contact adjusted itself.
“That was silly.”
“It was like being stabbed in the ass by a lightsaber.”
Calvin snorted and pressed his face against my shoulder. “Jesus, baby.”
“And I never made it to the drugstore yesterday,” I finished before glancing at him. “Unless you’ve stashed one somewhere for emergencies?”
“Sure, in my shoulder holster.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What? Really?”
“You know what they say about protection.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved Calvin. “You’re so full of shit this morning.”
He smiled and slipped his hand under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, then leaned in and kissed me. Deeply. Exploringly. Like we had forever and his alarm wasn’t going to beep soon and demand the start of another day.
It was just me and him, and we were about to lose control.
Calvin broke the kiss, shoved the blankets off us, and held my arms as he rolled onto his back. He reached up, yanked my shirt over my head, and tossed it in the general direction of the laundry pile he started last night. He sat up and took my mouth again—harder, like a man who survived on kisses alone and he was starving.
Calvin bit my lower lip before pulling away. “I want to suck your cock,” he groaned. “Do you want that? To fuck my face?”
“Have I ever turned down the offer?”
Calvin leaned forward and started nipping my neck, biting the spot that made my eyes cross.
The one thing I wasn’t in the mood for that morning was dirty talk. Fromme—I should reiterate. I’d had enough blows to my ego in the last twenty-four hours. I really wasn’t up to feeling like an awkward fool this early, even if Calvin insisted it was good for him.
“I want to suck you too,” I said quickly. “How about at the same time?”
Calvin let up on my neck. He gave me the sexiest goddamn smile I’ve ever had the honor of being on the receiving end of, then threw me onto my back. I let out a yelp as I fell backward on the mattress. Calvin leaned over me—all muscles, freckles, thigh-hugging briefs, andChrist… I was going to bust a nut then and there.
