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“Don’t fight it,” he said. “It will all be over soon.”
“There are worse ways to go,” I squeaked.
He let me go and then brushed his lips against mine. “You can’t call this a one-night stand because it’s our seventh or eighth night together. Plus, we’ve fooled around a lot before finally banging.”
“Good point.” I drummed my fingers nervously on his bicep. “I’ve only had three serious boyfriends in my life, and one of them wanted to wait until marriage, so I’ve only slept with two guys before. And, we didn’t get very creative in bed.”
Donovan smirked. “They sound lame as hell.”
“They were!” I said with a laugh. “But I’m trying to say that I’m not very exciting. I’ve never pushed my boundaries the way I did in the Colosseum, or on the pool table…”
He pressed a finger over my lips to shush me. “Don’t care how you normally are, Feisty. Only care how you feel right now. We’re stuck together until the lockdown ends. And I intend to have alotof fun with you until then.”
Donovan cradled my head in his hand and pulled my lips up to his. It was the kind of kiss that stirred me inside and made me wonder if he had athirdcondom in his jeans.
But then he sat up. “How about some dessert from the vending machine? I always crave chocolate after sex.”
“You sound like a girl.”
“Guys can like chocolate too.” Donovan stood and stretched his arms over his head. “Back in a flash.”
He walked across the room without putting any clothes on.
“What are you doing!”
He paused by the front door. “Getting you a bag of cookies.”
“Naked?”
“Why not?” he smirked. “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves, Feisty. Might as well make ourselves at home.”
I smiled to myself as he propped the door open and went into the hall.
One thing he said still stuck out in my head. He said he intended to have a lot of fun with me until the lockdown ended. But what about after that? Would we fly home and go our separate ways?That’swhat made this feel like a one-night stand rather than something serious. It had an expiration date.
It gave me the freedom to be bold with him, to push my boundaries in a way I wouldn’t do with anormaldate, but it also made me wish we had a chance for more.
“Shortbread, or lemon?” Donovan said when he returned, holding out two bags. He was magnificent in the dim light, all of his muscles standing out in wonderful nude contrast.
“Lemon. If I close my eyes I can pretend it’s orange.” I lowered my gaze down his body, then back up to his face. “I would like to formally request that you remain nude for the rest of the lockdown.”
“For you? I think that can be arranged. Especially since I’m out of clean clothes.”
“Your laundry is still on the floor,” I pointed. “Where you dropped it.”
“I don’t want to do laundry now. Doing laundry means leaving this room, and leaving this room means leaving you.” His eyes suddenly widened as he thought of something. “Hey, get dressed.”
“What did I just say about you staying nude?”
Donovan pulled his underwear on, then his pants. “Let’s finish our dance.”
“What dance?”
“The dance from the other night. When I heroically hopped the balcony.”
“It wasn’tthatheroic,” I said, even though it had seemed pretty damn charming at the time. “I’m very unhappy that you’re wearing pants now. I was enjoying our cuddling session. I thought you were too.”
“Believe me, I was.” He threw on his shirt. “We can cuddle more later. Right now I want to dance with you, and not just as a gateway tootherphysical activities.”
