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“Did I fuck the fight right out of you?”
“Keep talking. See where that gets you.” She flicks her brows up at me in a way that says fucking try me.
Laughing, I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle into her neck. “I didn’t invite you over here to clean up my mess.”
“No, you invited me over here to sign a document that I’m beginning to think doesn’t even exist.”
“Bingo,” I whisper. “Just wanted you all to myself.”
Claire doesn’t say anything, but I feel the heat on her cheek when I press my lips there.
“And while I’m admitting things, I might as well tell you the drawer in my desk at work is full of popcorn. I saw your hunger as an opportunity last night, and I took it.”
She turns toward me, cheeky grin exploding off her face. “You sneaky little…” The threat dies behind the hungry mouth that devours mine, her fingers plowing through my hair, my hands on her ass.
With the kitchen cleaned, we move to the balcony to have a drink and watch the sun set over the harbor. Claire lets me pull her down between my legs, resting her back against my chest. With a happy sigh, her head flops into the crook of my arm.
“Your view is way better than mine,” she murmurs, the tips of her fingers tracing the length of each of mine. “It’s amazing. And your balcony. I don’t have words for your balcony.”
I love my balcony. It spans the entire length of my condo and winds around both corners, which means not only do I get this amazing Toronto Harbour view, but I also get a glimpse of the city lights and the CN Tower, depending on where I choose to sit. For the most part, I sit right here, staring out at the quiet water, forgetting for a moment that I live smack-dab in the middle of Canada’s busiest city.
I focus on Claire’s quiet breathing, the way her body lifts and falls in my arms. She lets out a little yawn and snuggles deeper into me, making me smile. She’s tired, as am I, because we fucked for, like, five hours straight last night, with no more than twenty-minute breaks in between each round. Somehow, this is better than that.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess, tightening my hold on her.
“Mmm, done what?”
“This. Just sitting. Talking. Fuck, making dinner for someone. It’s…nice.”
A soft laugh washes over the inside of my bicep. “You mean you’ve never dated? Because that kinda stuff is kind of a requirement.”
“Not really,” I admit. “Never had an urge to do any of it with anyone.”
Her hands slide along my forearms where they hold her around her chest, the tips of her fingers tickling my skin with the warm breeze. “Why are you doing those things now?” I almost don’t hear her, her voice is so low, so timid, like she doesn’t want to hold out hope for a certain answer.
“Because you’re not just anyone. You’re you, and I like spending time with you.” The words come out easily, but my stomach tenses and knots, wondering how she’ll respond.
“Even though we push each other’s buttons?”
With a quiet chuckle, I tell her, “It’s called chemistry, Claire. We have it. A lot of it. You push my buttons; I push right back.”
“And then we make out?”
“And it’s fantastic.”
She quiet for a moment, those wheels turning. “So, we have good chemistry…and that’s it?”
I tip her chin up until our gazes lock. “No, Claire, that’s not it.”
I gaze down at her, her wide, uncertain eyes, her flushed, freckled cheeks, and my heart swells in my chest. Tracing the shape of her lips with the pad of my thumb, I wonder just how to tell her how I feel. I’ve always been able to talk my way into anything. One of the perks of the job, I guess. But this…this feels different. This is unchartered territory for me. One wrong word, one step out of line, and this whole thing can detonate, blow up in my face.
Before I can find the words I’m looking for, Claire turns in my arms and crawls onto my lap, sliding her fingers along my jaw before she claims my mouth. It’s not frantic or wild, but it’s perfect. Without words, she’s found the meaning I’ve been looking for.
Warm hands sweep along my collarbone, over the plains of my chest, and she dips her mouth to kiss me there with small brushes of her soft lips. Pushing herself against me, I feel wet heat press against my lower abdomen.
Cupping her bare ass under my shirt she’s still wearing, I pick her up and walk toward the far end of the balcony, heading straight into my bedroom.
Gently setting her on the bed, I watch as she pulls the shirt over her head while I drop my sweats and boxers to the ground, stepping out of them. I climb on top of her, pushing my fingers through her tresses, my tongue plunging into her mouth.
