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“Jesus,” he says, disposing of the condom, then pulling me against him. “You’re incredible.”
“Hey, I didn’t just give myself eight orgasms, or whatever it was, I lost count. That was all you.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve never met anyone like you. How are men not queuing around the block to get in your bed?”
“I don’t know. But if you’d like to pass the word on, I’d appreciate it.”
His eyes narrow at that. He doesn’t like the thought of me going to bed with anyone else. Interesting.
“Have you always had multiple orgasms?” he asks.
“This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but pretty much only when I’m on my own. I discovered fairly early on that I could keep going as long as I wanted.”
His intense eyes study me. “But not with your exes?”
“No, not really.”
He looks puzzled at that. “Why?”
I smile and kiss his chest. “Not everyone’s as patient or as interested as you, Mack.”
“Patient? Everything you read says women can take forty minutes to arouse. You were, like, forty seconds.”
I blush. “I don’t think it’s unusual.”
“Most women also have to wait in between each one.”
“You’re obviously speaking from experience. How many women have you been with?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“I’m curious.”
“I’m sure you are. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Mack,” I say softly, “you’re young, hot, rich, smart, sexy, and with a body to die for. You could have any woman you want. Why the hell aren’t you married with six kids?”
“I told you before: work comes first for me. I don’t have the time to devote to a relationship.” His gaze is direct. I can sense something lying beneath his reluctance like a riptide, waiting to tug him under. He hasn’t told me everything.
Whatever the answer, he doesn’t want to talk about it. I guess I’ll never know. But I’ve been warned, and if my heart gets broken now, it’ll be my fault.
I kiss his chest. “Fair enough.”
He sighs and looks out at the view. “I need to take Gus out one more time. You want to come up with me, see the garden?”
Surprised, I nod, happy to draw out this moment as long as I can. “Sure.”
We get up, and Mack tugs on his trousers and shirt but leaves it unbuttoned. Not sure whether we’ll see anyone up there, I put on my underwear and pull on my clothes. He fetches Gus, and then leads me out of the apartment, through another door, and up a set of stairs, Gus scampering beside us.
My jaw drops as we emerge into the warm summer night. The garden covers the whole rooftop. Half of it is lawn, big enough for Gus to have a short run and a sniff around. There’s a sheltered outdoor sofa and chairs overlooking the city, trimmed bushes and small trees in large round pots, flower beds, and a glass barrier around the whole thing that makes it look as if you could just walk right off the edge.
“Can anyone in the block use this?” I ask.
“No, just me, and we had stairs built from Jamie’s apartment too.” Holding my hand, he walks me across to the barrier, and we stand there looking at the view. The twinkling lights of the city spread out before us, reflecting off the water in the harbor. I can’t see Rangitoto now because it’s dark, and the city lights mean the stars are barely visible, but the moon hangs bright in the sky above us like a Christmas bauble, and it’s still a magnificent view.
Mack starts humming, and I realize it’s the songHeartbeat. “I can’t get it out of my head since we danced to it,” he says, turning me toward him. Holding my right hand, he slips his right onto my hip, and I rest mine on his shoulder.
We move slowly as he continues singing, his deep voice reverberating through me. I’m afraid to breathe in case I break the spell. It’s a magical moment, dancing in this man’s arms in the warm summer breeze, under the light of the nearly full moon. My body is still humming from our lovemaking, and I feel deliciously relaxed. But I also feel sad.
