That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(23)

“Examining the goods, seeing how fast it could rise.”

I shift my hardened cock against her leg. “Fast, as we discovered multiple times.”

Moaning, she spreads her legs and melts into the bed. I swear to Christ himself, never in my life have I ever met a woman more responsive to my touch than Eve. If I found out anything last night, it was that I was meant to be with her like this. Intimate and close.

Staring down at her, I say, “Morning.”

She smiles. “Good morning.” She reaches up and strokes my hair. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, spread your legs more.” I go to duck under the covers, but she laughs and holds me in place.

“I meant real food.”

“Um, I saw your fridge; there’s no food in this place.”

“I have protein bars.”

“Hmm.” I look to the side, contemplating my options. “Let’s see, I could have a protein bar, or I could eat out Eve’s pussy. Wow, this is a tough one. Protein bar or Eve’s pussy—how do I even decide?”

“Stop it.” She swats at my chest. “They’re good protein bars.”

“Nah, I’m good.” I try to dive under the covers again, but she clamps her legs together.

“Uh, do you have a problem with my mouth on your clit?”

“No, I just thought . . . you know . . .”

Oh hell.

“You want to talk,” I finish for her. Her cheeks flush as she nods.

“I think it might be best, you know, since things are complicated between us.”

“They’re only complicated if we make them.”

I reach for her legs again, but she chuckles and pushes me away. “Keep it together, Knightly. You had me four times through the course of the night—you can wait until we’re done talking.”

Brows lifted, I look down at my dick. “Not sure waiting is an option here.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so horny.”

“Uh, as a matter of fact it is your fault. Exhibit number one: your hard nipples.” I point at the nubs poking against her shirt. Her face turns a deeper shade of pink. “Exhibit number two.” I drag my hand up her thigh. “You’re not wearing any underwear. Do you really think that’s fair for me, knowing I have such easy access right now?”

She pats my cheek and scoots a few feet away from me. “You’ll survive. Now, come on, have a serious conversation with me.”

I roll my eyes and lean back against the headboard, letting the comforter fall over my poor erect and untouched penis. “Fine. Conversation and then I get to have you any way I want.” I jab my thumb toward the window. “We’re snowed in, so what better way to pass the time than fucking each other?”

She pretends to give it some thought. “Well, you do owe me shower sex, so we can start there.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Roberts, but being the gentleman that I am, I’ll acquiesce.”

“Wow,” she deadpans. “What a hero.”

Chuckling, I reach out and take her hand in mine. I turn it over and fit our palms together; hers is much slenderer than mine, but the connection is still perfect. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well, you know, the annoying ‘what does this all mean’ kind of stuff,” she says in a funny nasally voice. “The stuff guys hate.”

“What the hell are you talking about? We love awkward conversations that take time away from having sex.”

“I should have known this was going to be torture.”

“Hey, you knew what you were signing up for the minute you invited me back to your place. This really is on you.” I tug on her arm. “After all these years, you made the first move.”

“I did not.” Her brow pulls together. “You did.”

“Uh . . . you were the one inviting me back to your place and taking your clothes off in front of me. Pretty sure my clothes stayed on until I was beckoned into the shower.”

“You made the first move before that.”

“When?”

“Do you not remember the Inn, the dance floor? You were rubbing your body all over mine.”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I was dancing, you were the one—”

“You stuck your hand down my pants and squeezed my ass.”

I wag my finger at her. “I can see how that could be construed as damning evidence, but I’m pretty sure I saw something fly down there and wanted to make sure it wasn’t a spider or anything.”

“You’re absurd. You made the first move; there’s no question about that. Want me to call Barb and Marv and get their opinions?”

“I’d rather you not. I still can’t get rid of the image of those two watching us as we danced.” Fucking creepy shit. “Okay, let’s just call it a mutual first move and get on with this conversation. I want to get between your legs.”

“Is that how this is going to be—all about sex?”

“Yes,” I answer, and when she scowls, I add, “Plus all that fun talking shit.” I prop my chin up with my hand and stare at her intently. “Please, let’s gab.”

She palms my face and pushes me away. “Why did I think I could have a grown-up conversation with you?” She starts to move away, but I quickly pin her to the bed and hover over her.