Page 58 of Tangled Emotions

A moment later, he carefully rolled off of me, left the room, and came back with a warm washcloth.

Smiling, I accepted it and wiped up anything that felt wet. Then I flipped it over one scroll on my headboard.

“Wow.” He flopped down beside me.

“Wow.” I giggled. “I need a cigarette.”

“Me too.” He chuckled.

Rolling over, I opened the drawer and pulled out a pack with a small ashtray. “Pop that window open. We’ll cheat, but only tonight. And only because my legs feel like jelly.”

“Naughty, naughty, Edie.”

“Sometimes.” I laughed.

“Water?”

“I’ll go get us some.” I slid off the bed. “Be right back.”

Reaching into my closet, I grabbed my robe.

“Hell no!” Franks called out to me.

“What? Why not?”

“I want to watch that beautiful body walking around naked all for me.”

“You’re nuts.” I laughed and felt my cheeks heat.

“I’m honest.” His blue eyes held sincerity.

Fuck. I’m glad I listened to Ronnie.

With a wiggle of my hips, I went to grab us a couple bottles of water and then met him back on the bed.

“Not to give you a big head, Francis.” I took a long drink. “But that rocked my world.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled. “I told you, I’m far from a boy.”

“Lucky me.” I lit a cigarette and leaned back against my headboard. “Fuck this feels good.”

“You gonna regret it in the morning?” He took the cigarette from me and took a drag.

“No.” I shook my head. “But don’t expect a repeat.”

“Ah.” He handed the cigarette back, blowing out a stream of smoke. “You used me to scratch an itch.”

“Not looking for a relationship.” I shrugged. “And it’s not like you’re staying.”

“That so?” He drained his water. “Guess I better take what I can get.” He took the cigarette, took a drag, crushed it out and pulled me to straddle his hips. “Giddy-up, sugar.”

I shifted around and lined him up. He took over, bucking up into me, and took my breath away. I braced my hands on his chest and rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts.

His hands played with my breasts, and I felt each rough spot, callous and ridge. He pinched, rolled, and lapped at my nipples, distracting me from riding him.

“Keep rockin, sweetness, I’m not through with you yet.” He pulled me forward and wrapped his mouth around my nipple, making me tremble.

I adjusted my hands and rocked my hips against him harder. The way I was angled my clit rubbed on his firm pelvis and my toes curled up again.