“She offered me one night. I’m lucky I got two. I’m hoping for a third.”
“Hope in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up faster.”
I narrow my eyes, and Dante holds his hands up.
“All I’m saying is it sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“You have no idea.”
“Enough about my wedding. Are you going to tell me all about your date with Rex or are you going to make me beg?” Erin asks, weaving through traffic.
I managed to redirect our conversation all through brunch. I should’ve known Erin wouldn’t let me get away with that much longer.
“I think I’d like to see you beg.”
She grins, but doesn’t take her eyes off the road. “Did you sleep with him?”
I don’t answer right away, and when we pull up to a red light, her head whips in my direction. “Oh my God, you did. You totally slept with him. Please tell me he fucks like God.”
“Whatever Rex and I have done is between us.”
“Rex.” She shudders in her seat. “Even his name is sexy. He’s like Brad Pitt and George Clooney rolled into one delicious man.”
I crinkle my nose at her. “More like a young Johnny Depp with a splash of Ian Somerhalder and sprinkle of Colin Farrell.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, clicking her tongue. “That’s not just sexy, that’s bad boy sexy. You’re so screwed.”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, I’m not. We’re having fun, that’s all.”
“I bet he’s an animal in bed, isn’t he? Hair pulling, spanking, biting…”
The person behind us lays on their horn, and in true Erin fashion, she reaches her hand out the window and flips them the bird before speeding off.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to think of anything I can come up with to keep from thinking about that, because she’s right. He is an animal in bed, and it was so fucking sexy when he had one hand pressed to the middle of my back, pushing my breasts into the mattress. My ass lifted, and the sting of his hand—oh, God.
My heated skin starts to cool, and I pry my eyes open.
Erin is grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit! He did it, didn’t he? He spanked you, or pulled your hair.” She narrows her eyes. “He did something filthy, and you loved it!”
I shake my head vehemently while she nods.
“Yes, you did. Your cheeks are flushed. You were probably remembering it, and now you want him to do it again. Just admit it.”
“It was one night,” I argue, discreetly reaching for the oh-shit handle as she slams on her breaks only to speed up again.
“Two.”
“Okay, fine, it was two.” Two nights packed full of moans, dirty whispers, and more orgasms than I can count, but Erin doesn’t need to know that.
Thoughts of Rex have consumed me. I thought about him the minute he dropped me back at home the other morning, and I’m still thinking about him three days later. That’s how I know I’m in over my head. If there’s one thing I realized after a night with him, it’s that he has the power to penetrate my walls and tear them down. Our night was one of the most memorable, hottest things I’ve ever done, and I can’t deny our connection, which is why I’ve spent the last three days wondering if he feels the same way.
And if he does, why hasn’t he called?
Maybe I should reach out to him.
What would I even say?
Hey, I had a great time fucking you the other night. Want to do it again?