“There are new toothbrushes under the counter on the right,” I told her.
“Do you have a blow-dryer? I have to go straight to work from here so I can’t let my hair air-dry.”
“Sure.” I got one out and plugged it in. “You think guys don’t blow-dry their hair?”
“I don’t know any guys with hair as long as yours.”
“I feel attacked,” I said, swatting her ass.
“I can’t wait to attack you,” she whispered, lifting up on her toes to kiss me.
I drew her to me and slid my tongue into her mouth, ravishing her tongue as our towels fell away. Her body was soft and sexy against mine and there was no way in hell I was waiting until she’d dried her hair.
“You can wet it again later,” I whispered, lifting her into my arms.
I carried her into the bedroom and put her down, crawling over her so I could kiss her some more and taste every inch of her.
“Let’s flip,” I told her, rolling onto my back. “Now get on top of me but in the opposite direction, so you have access to my cock and I can lick that sweet pussy of yours some more.”
Her eyes widened slightly but she didn’t hesitate, moving over me until we were in position. I was a little worried she would be uncomfortable but her warm, wet mouth closed around my cock immediately and I sighed, giving myself a minute to enjoy it before diving into her again.
She sucked me hard and deep, her head bobbing as she moved and I couldn’t help but watch her, loving the way she looked sprawled on top of me. My second favorite part of her—her eyes would always be first—was quivering slightly just inches from my mouth, and I couldn’t resist a taste. She was wet again already, her musky scent wafting through my nostrils.
I groaned as she sucked harder, one of her hands squeezing my balls, and I figured I needed to distract her a little or I’d be done in no time. And I didn’t want this to end too quickly. I could have sex almost anytime I wanted to, but not with someone I liked this much or who made me forget all my other problems.
We sucked and licked each other into oblivion, until our mutual orgasms left us gasping for breath and covered in sweat. I didn’t need time to recover, though. I was still hard and I sheathed myself with a condom as I pushed her onto her back and slid into her.
“Declan.” Her eyes turned a glassy emerald color, dark and hooded and filled with lust.
“Yeah, baby?”
“This is soooo good.”
“Uh huh.” I nibbled her lips.
“Why was it never like this before?”
“Dunno.” I kept kissing her. “I think because it’s us. Because we make it great when we’re together.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to.” I started to move and the world went out of focus.
Good sex was a very powerful element in a relationship, I realized as we dozed a while later. Bri had gone from shy and unsure of herself to wild and insatiable. And now, instead of hurrying off to work, though she had to leave soon, she was curled against me, our legs twined, bodies as close as possible. As if she didn’t want to move. I didn’t want her to, either.
“What time do you have to go?” I asked once it was a little after three.
“I have to be dressed and ready by three-thirty.” She groaned. “Shit, and my uniform is dirty.”
“Not anymore. Fiona comes on Thursdays and I texted her to wash, dry and iron it if necessary.”
She glanced up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Who’s Fiona?”
“My housekeeper. She comes Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. She does my grocery shopping, cooks a little and freezes stuff for me, and does laundry and light cleaning. My cleaning service comes on Tuesdays so she can oversee and make sure they do it right.”
“Wow. It never occurred to me you have a housekeeper.”
“She’s awesome. So I’m positive your uniform has been washed and is waiting for you.”
“You’re so sweet, Declan.” She sighed heavily. “I hate that I have to go.”
“Call in sick.”
“I can’t. I have bills to pay.”
This time I sighed. Offering her money probably wouldn’t sit right with her, so I just ran my hands down her back. “How many days a week do you work?”
“Usually two lunch shifts at the restaurant, and four or five nights with the catering company.”
“So six days a week, sometimes two jobs in one day.”
“Yeah. That’s how non-rock stars make ends meet.”
“I was a busboy for a while,” I told her. “So I know how hard it is to work in the service industry. I also know the pay isn’t great.”
“Hourly pay sucks, but the tips are good and I make great money working for Marla.”
“Do you get tips on top of whatever she pays you?”
“Clients leave a tip at the end of the night and she splits it between us. It’s usually pretty good, but not always. Simon was a fucking cheapskate. His bill was almost three grand and he left us two-fifty. To be split five ways.”
“Seriously? What a douche.”
“On the other hand, we did an event last week that was only about fifteen hundred dollars and they left us a thousand. To be split four ways.”
“I’m totally going to give Simon shit about it,” I told her. “I’m doing a radio interview with him tomorrow. If you didn’t have to work, I’d invite you to come listen but we’ll be on from three to six. What time do you work tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I don’t have to be there until five, so I can join you for part of it.”
“Excellent.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I guess you have to start getting ready so why don’t you go do your hair and I’ll find your clothes.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my arm and we shared a sweet look. “You keep surprising me with how nice you are.”
“I try to be nice to everyone, but it’s good to know you appreciate it.”
“I do. More than you know.”
“Are you coming back tonight when you’re done working?”
“I need to go home tonight,” she said. “I want to come back, but I have laundry at home and bills to pay and things I can’t do from here. Like feed my cat.”
“You have a cat?”
“Her name is Dunkin, like Dunkin’ Donuts. She used to live with my parents but they don’t take care of her so I brought her to my place. We’re not around much but at least she has food and a clean litter box.”
“Then why don’t you do those things tonight and tomorrow morning, and then pack a bag and bring enough stuff for a couple of days. Are you working every day this weekend?”
“I’m working Friday night and Saturday afternoon at the restaurant and there’s an event Saturday night with the catering company, but I’m off on Sunday.”
“So come over after your shift tomorrow night and stay with me until Monday or Tuesday and we can just hang out and get to know each other.”
“I can do that.” She nodded. “I have to check on my parents on Sunday, though. It should only take an hour or two, but if I don’t pick up groceries for them, they’ll probably starve to death.”