Page 41 of Forever By Morning
She turned her face into my neck, pressing a sweet kiss to my stubbly skin beneath my neat beard. It went unruly fast, my facial hair just as thick as the chia pet on my head. “As much as I enjoyed you as my appetizer, I’m starving. Tell me you have something in your kitchen.”
I laughed, some of the tension sliding out of me. Food I could handle. “I might be able to throw something together.”
She shifted and hissed. “How are you still hard?”
“Because your pussy is one of my new favorite things in all the world.”
I hadn’t meant to let those coarse words out. I opened my mouth to take it back, but a huge smile transformed her face. She was achingly beautiful, but that smile was pure feminine pleasure. And full of power which had been missing during our first round.
Multiple orgasms must’ve been a confidence booster.
Then she clenched down with those muscles that could easily make a man lose the power of speech.
“Ah, babe. You’re gonna kill me.”
She nipped my ear. “Is it wrong that I don’t want to move?”
I groaned, but I slipped my hand between us to make sure there wasn’t an accident of epic proportions. I gripped the band of the condom at the base of my dick and eased out of her. The way her mouth turned down made me lean in to give her a quick kiss. “Lucky for you, I have the Costco-sized box of condoms in that drawer.”
At her blank look, I slid out from under her and took care of it. If that didn’t show the difference between us, I don’t know what did.
She grabbed the blankets on my bed for the first time, pulling them over her as she propped herself up on her elbow. “I’m assuming you mean a large box?”
“Bet they don’t have warehouse clubs in Manhattan.”
“No, not in the city. It’s not like I haven’t been in one before. We just don’t happen to have that one in my part of New York.”
“Saks has one?”
She sat up, fitting the bedding around her breasts. “Now you’re just being an asshole.”
I sat on the side of the bed with my back to her.
“I’m well aware we live in two different worlds, Beckett.” She scooted closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “That doesn’t have to matter tonight, does it?”
I blew out a breath. “Just not something I should forget.”
“Can’t we though? I’m just Helena and you’re just Beckett. At least for one day.”
I gripped the edge of the bed. When her slim, cool fingers slid along my cheek, I shut my eyes.
She turned my cheek toward her. “Please don’t ruin this with reality.”
I groaned as her lips brushed mine, then sighed and kissed her back. Not like I could resist her. She was right, reality would be intruding soon enough. Instead of taking the kiss deeper, I scooped her off the bed and onto my lap.
She squeaked and her arm hooked around my neck with a laugh.
Laughter was easier to deal with.
Tomorrow would suck, but it didn’t need to just yet.
“So, are you a salty snack or a sweet one post-sex?”
She nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip. “Good question.”
The fact that she didn’t know spoke volumes. I swung her up in my arms to keep the mood light. “We need clothes.”
I deposited her in front of the bathroom door. “Do whatever it is girls do and I’ll get your clothes.” When she turned away, I swatted her ass. “Make it quick.”