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He glances out the window to where a big streak of lightning lights up the sky. “Doubtful. I think they’re all probably staying wherever they are.” He walks around the island and kisses me. Something he hasn’t seemed to be able to stop doing.
The gloomy sky turned dark sometime after we finished and fell asleep, only to wake up two hours later and do it all over again. Still the same Carm, slow and steady and the purveyor of earth-shattering orgasms.
“I’m not complaining. An entire night here without them…” He sits next to me, cracking open his soda. “What should we do?” I smile, and he hooks his foot on the rung of my stool and pulls it closer to him. “Yeah, I agree.”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “You have no idea what I’m thinking.”
He glances at my shirt, where he can probably see my peaked nipples. “I can read you.” He touches the messy bun on top of my head. “I love this look.”
“Why?” I touch the loose hairs falling down around my head and tuck them into place. The rain washed off any makeup I had on. I can’t imagine what I look like, but somehow, when Carm’s looking at me, I feel stunning and beautiful, like a natural model.
“It makes me want to bury us under the covers and explore your body.”
A huge grin spreads on my lips. “I think you’ve explored quite a lot already.”
He puts down his sandwich. “I’ve only found two of your erogenous zones, and they were easy to find. I intend to find all of them.”
“Maybe they’re endless,” I bait him, enjoying this version of Carm way too much. I know I’ll be disappointed when I lose it, but I push those doubts aside for at least tonight. Tomorrow I can think rationally.
“All the better.” He winks, picking up his sandwich and taking a huge bite.
A rush of shivers runs through my body like an electrical current. “You sure are forthcoming with how many more times you’re going to have sex with me.” I prop my chin in my palm and look at him. “I thought you were a one-and-done kind of guy.”
The corners of his lips dip. “Maybe you typecast me.”
I shake my head, and he nods that I’m wrong.
“What’s the girl’s name who scorned you?” I ask.
He focuses on his sandwich but doesn’t take a bite, and I know my inkling is correct. There’s no way he’s a bachelor just because of his schedule.
When he snuggled next to me after our first time having sex, he thought he’d wake up and I wouldn’t be there. It was clear to me then that he doesn’t fear commitment; he fears abandonment.
I’m not sure which one is harder to overcome.
