“No.” I covered my mouth. Giddy and laughing.
“It really feels like you are.”
“I’m laughingwithyou,” I explained.
When I turned to read him, his mouth flattened into a line, but his eyes had a mischievous gleam. Nobody could actually be cranky after what we just experienced.
“You’ll laugh about this later,” I quoted him mockingly, as he had told me when I made myself into a giant corndog in the snowsuit.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked, breathless.
“Post-orgasm adrenaline. I dunno. Also, your coming sounds were unexpected.”
“I would never mock your orgasm sounds.” He carefully removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it into the wastebasket. Another man skill that impressed me maybe more than it should.
“I don’t make sounds.” He scooted so we were both propped on our elbows, face-to-face and smiling. “I’m like a quiet little church mouse.”
He made a series of high-pitched moans until I covered his mouth with both hands.
“Okay, so we are both incredibly sexy when we are lost in the moment, and we can’t even help it,” I said.
He grabbed my hands to pull off his mouth and kissed my palms. “Youareincredibly sexy,” he said seriously.
“You have no idea,” I said back, no longer teasing.
“I really meant to make you come again before I did.” He rubbed up my arm softly.
“Oh no, you only made me come once. Poor me,” I said sarcastically.
“I guess we’ll just have to go again.”
“We’ve got nothing but time.” I grinned and leaned forward to kiss him.
“And that box of condoms I found was unopened.”
“Good thing I packed all those panties.”
“And still no pants …”
Chapter 19
Owen
Bee droppeda piece of candy into my mouth, and I chewed it contentedly, leaning back against a stack of pillows like a king being cooled with palm fronds. We had moved to sit on a soft blanket in front of the fire, cuddled close under the comforter, sharing food and stories. Bee made me laugh more than I thought possible. Even when she wasn’t trying, she was funny. I never knew what she was going to say, yet I felt like I understood her inherently.
I discovered she was one of the most ticklish people on the planet, and she flailed violently when tickled.
I also discovered her elbows were sharp enough to temporarily knock the wind out of me.
“Serves you right,” she said when she could breathe again.
I rubbed at my chest as I eyed her smooth shoulder where the blanket fell down, insatiable and already wanting her again. She threatened to throw a candy at me. “Don’t even think about it. I need to hydrate.”
“You can’t control what I’m thinking. I’m thinking so hard right now,” I said as she had earlier but in a deep voice and far more innuendo.
She licked her lips, grinned, and reached for me until I held her on my lap. We hadn’t stopped touching each other in hours. We were desperate for each other, as though we were making up for something. It wasn’t only the incredible lovemaking either. I couldn’t stop inhaling her neck and hair, kissing any bit of exposed skin, rubbing my hands along her hips and curves. She, too, always found ways to grip my shoulders, scratch her nails through my hair, or lean into me. We were two magnets that always needed to find at least one area to touch.
“You aren’t mocking the junk food now, are you?” she said.
