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“Remember, I did your clothes last night.”
“Did we ever put them in the dryer?”
“Sometime between the third and fourth fridge raid.”
“Was that when we…against the um,” she cleared her throat, “washer?”
“You liked the spin cycle.”
She snorted and pushed him off her. They had been shameless. It had started out as a tour of his place and ended up an up close and personal examination of many of the surfaces of the house.
He took care of the condom and tugged her back under the covers, rolling her into a spoon position with his lips at the back of her neck.
“Vance.”
“Yes,” he mumbled against her skin.
“This isn’t going to get us to breakfast.”
His strong arms slid around her waist, one snaking up between her breasts to cup her shoulder. “But I prefer younaked. Everything is so soft.” He brushed a kiss down her nape to her shoulders.
“Work.”
“Comfy.”
“Evil,” she grumbled and settled against him. He was all warm and snuggly. Such a rare thing for a guy. Vance was a toucher. From the start he’d held her hand at the stadium and pretty much hadn’t relinquished some sort of contact with her in the twelve plus hours since.
It was nice.
And helluva addicting as it was alluring. The quiet water sounds and sunshine lulled her back to sleep until her phone bleated out of her purse.
“Dammit,” she growled.
He moaned against her back as she tried to wiggle away.
“Ignore it.”
She glanced at the clock and swore. No snooze button to keep her honest here. They’d slid back into sleep for over an hour. “Crap.” She stumbled out of bed, swiped up the first thing she could find in the room and dropped it over her head.
He rolled onto his side, his curls sticking up all over. “I vote that’s the only thing you’re allowed to wear.” His smile widened. “Pretty much ever.”
She looked down at herself. His tank-style undershirt molded to her breasts in the front and left the entire side of them naked. “Perv.” She pulled it down as far as it would go—barely over the tops of her thighs.
“Now who’s the evil one?” he asked as she bent to find her phone inside her bag.
She shook her head. “You’re insatiable.”
He slid off the bed and grasped her hips. “I seem to remember you liked this position over the arm of the couch downstairs.”
Her face flamed. “Oh no, you don’t.” She quickly turned and sat down in the club chair near the window. Of course, then she was eye level with his rapidly hardening cock.
Phone forgotten in her hand, she looked up at him and brushed her knuckle under the velvet soft head. He truly was beautifully formed. The one thing she hadn’t done was taste him there. Vance was far too focused on getting her naked and inside of her for her to even get a chance to play.
Not that she was complaining.
She was definitely making out on this whole…what? Hookup? Fling? Did it count as a fling if they were still within the first twenty-four hours?
But he was right there.
