Page 77 of From That Moment
“You don’t evenknowme,” she snapped.
“We’ve all been you before,” Paris said. “Any woman who’s had a bad day and has lost it has had a moment where she wanted to act like this. Not many actually do it, though. Don’t be this person. Just…leave.”
“You two deserve each other,” Allison snapped and then stormed out of the house, pushing past Paris on the way. Paris saved the champagne and raised a brow at me.
“I guess we do deserve each other,” I said.
“She wasn’t always that weird, right?” she asked, closing the door behind her.
I reached around her, locked the door, and then kissed her hard, taking the groceries and champagne from her. “No. She wasn’t. You don’t think something’s wrong with her and Tony, do you?”
“She looked as if she’d had her heart broken, nothing else. I can go out and try to find out if you want,” Paris said.
I shook my head. “No, I’m not worried. I don’t like that she looked so sad, though.”
“And she came here and saw you in your fucking gray sweatpants without any underwear, so your dick looks lickably good.”
I barked out a laugh. “That’s why you like me in these gray sweats?”
“It’s a meme. We all like our men in gray sweatpants when they ride low.”
“Wow. I just learned something new. And I’m never wearing gray sweatpants in front of anyone else again.”
“You’re damned right. I’m the only one who gets to see your VPL.”
“How much time have you been spending on social media recently?” I asked, watching her sit herself down on the counter.
“I had a long week when I wasn’t going into work, and I happened to read a lot of blogs and fan fiction. I can’t help it.”
“I guess I’m going to be wearing gray sweatpants for you often.”
“That is what I like to hear,” she said, and I leaned down to kiss her again.
“You think she’s okay?” I asked, still worried about Allison.
“Okay, I’m not going to be angry that you kissed me and were thinking of her. We can continue this conversation if you want.”
I winced. “I don’t want to think that I hurt her in some way that made her act like this.”
“No, she’s just selfish, and she wants what she can’t have. If she does it again, and we notice something, we can see if there’s an underlying issue. Honestly, I think she was hurt and trying to get what she can’t have anymore. And she can’t have you.”
“Damned straight.”
“So, kiss me again and don’t think of her.”
I set down what I was working with for brunch, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her hard, biting her lip, slowly nibbling down her neck.
“Just you.”
“You’d better.”
I kissed her again. Paused. “Nothing’s in the oven.”
“Really?”
“Really.” And then my lips were on hers, and I was slowly stripping her out of her tank top. She’d only worn a little cotton bra, one that barely held her breasts, so I pulled it over her head. Her breasts fell heavily into my palms. I sucked on her nipples, licking, biting. And she moaned, reaching behind the band on my sweatpants to grip my dick.
I was already hard, wet at the tip, and she rolled her thumb across the crease, slowly squeezing, running up and down my length. I tugged at her jeans, working them down. Suddenly, we were both naked in the kitchen, both of us laughing as we kissed and touched.