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What to do in them, sure. About them? That would be a hard no.
“Who said this was a one-night stand? I’m pretty sure you agreed to waffles tomorrow.”
“Right.” It was obvious by her tone that she’d either forgotten or wanted to change her mind.
“So. Come. Here.” He crooked his finger again. “I don’t normally ask twice.”
“That’s the thing. Of course, you don’t normally ask twice. You probably have women falling all over you, no matter what you say. Guys like you and girls like me- we don’t…”
“That’s not the first time you said that.” He glowered at her, serious. “I don’t know what you mean by guys like me and girls like you. Last time I checked, girls like you were beautiful, on the outside and obviously on the inside too. You wear your kindness and compassion on your face. Anyone who looked at you for more than a few seconds could tell you have a big heart. I find you very beautiful and very desirable. Fuck what anyone else thinks. So, guys like me and girls like you- I’m pretty sure that the equation there is one plus one equals seven.”
“Seven?” She frowned in confusion.
“Seven. That’s how many orgasms I’m going to give you, since I don’t plan on going back to bed. Now. Are you going to come here or are you going to spout more nonsense?”
Noemi bit down on her lip. Of course, she did. It made his cock raging harder. Because it was already hard as steel. Seven might actually be an understatement.
“It’s just- I- I don’t think you’re okay. What happened back there? You were obviously having a nightmare. About something bad. I- I just- you don’t have to do this. I can leave and I’ll come back this evening. Like I said. Or- I- we can just go back to bed and cuddle or something.”
“Cuddle?” He said it like it was a four-letter word, and not the good kind.
Noemi’s chin tipped up adorably. “Yeah. Cuddle. You do know what that is?”
“It sounds like something my grandparents would have done.”
“Old fashioned or not, I like it.”
“I’m fine. I don’t even remember what it was about.” That was a lie, but he wasn’t about to get into the finer details of the worst of his experiences. “Maybe it was just hot in the room. I’ll check the furnace. It probably got left on and it’s July. If you want cuddling, I can give you that. After seven orgasms. From what I’ve heard, it’s more fun while enjoying the post coital bliss of being completely rung out and so sore you’re not entirely sure that you’ll ever be able to walk straight again.”
Noemi ran her tongue along her bottom lip, a new one, but an even sexier version than seeing her teeth sink in. “I… if you ask nicely, I’ll come.”
“You’ll be coming, but I prefer you don’t ask me nicely. I like a little dirty talk.”
She shuddered visibly. “Ask me nicely. Say it. Say please. I don’t like to be commanded all the time. If you want me in there, you can ask me like a gentleman.”
“The tux and gown kind or the eighteen hundreds version?”
“Any version.”
He nearly smiled but managed at the last second to contain it. “Fine.” He heaved a dramatic sigh. “Please. Please, my fairest of all the beautiful maidens. Come hither and get that tight little behind into this bathtub before I fuckin’ explode looking at you in that t-shirt with that please pleasure me from every direction look you’re trying, and failing, to keep off your face.”
Noemi rolled her eyes, but a second later, she raised her arms and tugged off his t-shirt, standing there completely nude. Fuck. If this woman was ever going to be his wife, there would be nothing platonic about the marriage. He might as well sell off his company because he knew for a fact, he’d never want to actually leave the house ever again.
“I can tell you’re in pain,” she breathed as she stepped closer. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but you don’t have to pretend that you’re not. You don’t have to talk about it. I seriously just want to know that you’re alright.”
“Yes.” No. I don’t fucking actually know.
He’d been burying shit for a long time. Like any old skeletons, he didn’t actually want to go exhume his pain and put it on display for all to see like a disgusting rotting corpse. Except with Noemi looking at him like she actually cared, like she wouldn’t judge him, like she might even dare to tell him that he wasn’t damaged and hold him until her warmth seeped into the ice and stone of his insides, it was damn hard for him to keep the shovel hidden safely away. He almost wanted to hand it to her and tell her to get to work.
