She fetched a wad of paper towel from the kitchen and wiped me clean, bent to kiss my lips. “There.”
I sighed, gazing at her lovely, lush, naked body. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“A handjob is all it takes to be amazing?”
“That was way more than just a handjob, Lex. It was…anexperience.”
“You could call it the Lexie Special.”
“Well, then, I’ll take the Lexie Special…is every day too much? I was gonna say at least twice a day, but I don’t wanna be greedy.”
She laughed. “I’ll agree to once a day, but only one condition.”
I sat up, pulling her onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her. “And what condition would that be?” I asked, pressing small quick kisses to her shoulder, over her neck, along her jawline. “Not that it matters, because I agree regardless.”
“You’ll agree to anything?” she breathed, tilting her head up and away to offer me her throat to kiss.
“Just about,” I said, taking her offer and kissing her throat all over, inch by inch. “No pegging, no threesomes—those’re my only rules.”
She exhaled softly. “Myles, stop, stop.”
I pulled away. “What?”
She stood up. Paced away, head down, hair falling over her face. “You’re seducing me and I need food. You keep kissing me like that and I’m gonna end up riding your face, and then I’ll end up riding your cock again, and I’ll get messy and need another shower, and you’re still sticky.” She picked up both towels, which she’d discarded on the floor.
I laughed. “You say all that like it’s a bad thing.”
She headed for the bedroom. “We had sex last night, this morning, and I just gave you a handjob. It’s time for breakfast. I need my energy so I can keep up with you.”
I snickered. “Soyoucan keep up withme? Babe,youwoke me up for sex last night. If anyone has to keep up with anyone, it’s me with you.”
She pivoted to stare at me. “I think it’s a mutual thing. We both have out of control libidos. My point is, I’m fucking hungry.”
And avoiding something, I thought, but didn’t say. “You had a condition, but you never said what it was.”
She shrugged again, moving into the bedroom. “Nothing. Never mind.”
I followed her. She rummaged through a drawer, pawing through a loose pile of thongs and lacy underwear in every style imaginable—not one pair of plain white briefs to be seen. She snagged a purple thong and stepped into it—when she was pulling it up with a sultry wiggle of her curvy hips, I pulled her back against me. “Lex.”
She writhed away. “Ew, you’re getting me sticky!”
I laughed, but kept my sticky belly away from her, leaning over her shoulder with my upper torso, arms pinning hers to her sides. Kissed her neck. “Don’t use the never mind cop-out with me, Lexie Goode. Say what you were gonna say.”
“It was silly, Myles, I was being silly. You really want a handjob every day?”
I growled. “I want you every day. All of you. Every part of you. There is not a single moment of the day that I don’t want you, however I can get you. Hands, mouth, pussy, ass, tits, I want your body.” I nipped her skin over the ridge of her shoulder. “I want your mind, your soul, your heart. Your talent. Your wicked, vicious, crazy tongue.” She wiggled, wanting to get away, but I didn’t let her.“You, Lex.”
She fought my hold. “Okay, I get it.”
Not the reaction I was expecting. I let her go. “What’s wrong? I’m confused.”
She stepped away from me. “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t like being held like that, so I can’t get away. Please don’t do it again.”
I watched her closely—her body language spoke of something buried way deep, even as she made it sound like a simple preference, something she just didn’t care for. I guess I’d been aware and had gotten hints of this for a while now, but this was the first time she had ever said anything. “Lex. Be real for me, yeah?”
She spun around, glaring up at me. “What, Myles? What do you want from me?”
“I’m not sure how we got here, honestly. We were talking about handjobs and now you’re acting like…” I wasn’t sure how she was acting, which meant I wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.
