“You’re good at that, you know.”
“Am I? I hadn’t noticed. That was what? Two orgasms?”
“It was four, and you know it,” she laughed, shoving him playfully.
“That’s right,” he grinned. “Four orgasms.”
Chapter 11
Brian
snuggled Coconut like his life depended on it.
They spent hours just talking, laughing, and teasing each other. After her four orgasms, he held her for a long time. He was tired and she was, too, although she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
He’d seen the way her body turned to mush after the last orgasm, and even though he would be perfectly happy to keep going and to see just how many times she could actually come for him, he took pity on the little human, and he let her rest.
Now they were snuggled in bed, and their arms were wrapped around each other.
“I don’t want to face tomorrow,” she finally said.
“Why’s that?” Brian stilled. They had carefully avoided talking about the future. He’d invited her for the weekend, but he knew that she said she was leaving on Monday. She was leaving the island, which meant she didn’t live here.
He didn’t know where she lived.
Maybe he didn’t want to know.
If he did, he’d be tempted to track her down. He’d want to go find her and ask her on a real date. What if she didn’t want that?
He was the kind of guy who went after everything he wanted when it came to business, but when it came to women? Well, that was different. She was different.
He wanted Coconut to be happy, whether that meant with him or not.
“I just...it’s a work thing.”
“Ah,” he nodded.
“My boss is...”
“Bosses can be hard,” he said carefully. He didn’t really want to tell her that he was the boss at his place. Technically, he shared the position of “boss” with Christopher and Declan.
“Well, mine has made some questionable choices.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know,” she told him, shrugging. “I don’t really want to ruin the magic of this moment, you know?”
“Then let’s not ruin the magic,” he agreed, and he kissed her.
Brian pushed Coconut onto her back, and he kissed her over and over. He sprinkled kisses on her neck and moved down to her breasts. He slid his tongue over each of her nipples, licking them carefully and completely.
“That feels so damn perfect,” she told him. “How come you always seem to know exactly how I want to be touched?”
Because we’re mates.
He didn’t say it.
He didn’t dare.