“Oh my God,” I moaned as the pulses subsided. “I cannot believe that just happened.”
“It’s okay.” He kissed the top of my head, finally releasing my arms as blood flowed back to the tips.
The reality of what we just did crept in like morning fog. Stupid horny brain should never be allowed to make decisions. Where was the crypt keeper now? There should be some sort of fail-safe that engages when you get so turned on that you can’t function. At least now I understand how humanity made it this long. We were all just a bunch of dumb, horny animals.
“I don’t even know what to say.” I struggled to meet his eyes. I needed to be an adult about this.
His phone alarm started buzzing.
“Because of course,” I said.
“I need to go get Collette.”
“Oh God,” I groaned, burrowing my face deeper into the neck of his shirt.
He chuckled. “Will you look at me?”
“Probably never again, to be completely honest.”
“Francesca.” He rolled my name off his tongue, and to my utter horror, I was still so horny for this man. “Look at me,” he demanded.
He tilted up my chin until I was forced to meet his gaze. “I don’t think that will work for this scene.”
“No jokes,” I said but was relieved to feel a little bubble of laughter escape me.
“Okay. I will try to refrain,” he said with a cheeky smile.
I closed my eyes, knowing my face was fully flushed from orgasm already. “But this is so fun for me.”
He chuckled. He didn’t move away. His gaze moved over my face. “Beautiful,” he said, still panting.
I made a sound. And leaned forward to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders this time, and the kiss was quick.
“I better go,” he said.
“I’m going to pack so I can join a nunnery in the Alps,” I said.
He groaned this time and dropped his forehead to mine, laughing slightly.
“We should talk about this when I get back,” he said maturely.
Suddenly, he was the grown-up, and I was the pants-creaming immature one. “A fun dinner conversation starter.”
He laughed with a little growl that made me bite my lip. “It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“If you say this happens all the time, I will punch you.”
He was backing out of the room. “Wewilltalk about this. When I get back.”
“Sure. Can’t wait.” I slumped into the chair.
Right as he was about to leave the room, he stopped and turned. “I told you. Extra arm.”
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation. I wouldn’t let this stray too far into the mortifying territory.
“Isthatwhat I felt? So modest,” I said with a lot more cheek than I felt.
Relief washed over me as he chuckled his way out of the house, strategically arranging the laundry basket over him.
“Ohhh, that’s what prehensile means,” I called out.
He laughed even harder.
