“Oh, really? So you think I’m hot when I’m mooching around in sweats with no makeup and crappy hair?”
“You mean when you’re all relaxed and chilling at home, baking shit and reading books?” he asked. “I’m delighted to tell you you’re insanely hot then. But of course you’re also hot when you’re on a shoot and made up to the nines with your hair all fancy. And when you’ve just come so hard you almost broke my dick, you are scorching hot.”
I did not blush. The room was just warm.
“Face it, you’re hot all the time. It’s the truth.”
“Hmm. I think you’re biased.”
“I think I’m the lucky bastard that gets to worship the ground a benevolent goddess walks on.” The look in his eyes was most meaningful. Amused, almost.
“I knew it.” I rose up, letting him slide out of me. When I tried to climb off the bed, however, he grabbed my wrist in a loose but unbreakable hold. “I knew you were listening when Lena and I were talking. Ziggy, that was a private conversation.”
“Then don’t have it eight feet away from me talking at the top of your voices next time.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist before letting go. “I’m not going to apologize for listening. That was useful information. Mind if I use the bathroom?”
“No, go ahead.”
He kissed my bare shoulder and away he went. “There’s like five hundred tubes and jars of stuff in here. Enough for a dozen women.”
“Get used to it.”
“Yes, Miss Cooper.”
Such a smartass of a man. The bathroom door softly clicked shut. Truth be known, I don’t think I’d stood much of a chance against him either. Handsome, capable, had his shit together. Behaved like an actual grown-up most of the time and had no sexual shenanigans currently showing on YouTube. Yes, I’d searched. Once bitten, twice shy and all that. He even thought I was hot in all of my various moods and modes. To all intents and purposes, I’d hit the maybe boyfriend jackpot. Actually, I should probably get some specifics on that.
“Ziggy?” I wandered closer to the door.
Inside the bathroom, the toilet flushed. “Yeah?”
“Sorry to disturb you, but…quick question,” I said. “Are we dating now? I mean, are we like together? You know, boyfriend/girlfriend or partner or whatever type of—”
“Mae.”
“No pressure. I’m just curious.”
“We’re together, okay? We’re working this out.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to wash my hands. Be out in a minute.”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
A tap turned on.
We were official. Glad we had that sorted. Now I just had to stop or at least learn to ignore the weird feeling going on in my stomach. Hopefully it would go away. It was a sickly churning heavy kind of sensation. An uncomfortable weight in my middle, like a premonition everything was somehow about to go wrong. Which was stupid because it wasn’t. We’d just had spectacular sex. He was laughing and happy and stating in specific terms that we were together. My stalker was behind bars for the foreseeable future. All was good and right in my world.
I studied my somewhat glowing post-great-sex face in the mirror beside the bed. “Knock it off,” I whisper-hissed. “Everything is fine.”
But even though Ziggy held me in his arms all night long and I actually slept, the feeling didn’t go away. Dammit.
Dicks were kind of fascinating. I wrapped my hand around Ziggy’s the next morning, feeling the heat, breathing in the musky scent. Waking up to bacon and eggs was great. Waking up to Ziggy naked before having bacon and eggs was even better.
“Sweetness,” he sleepily muttered. “What are you up to?”
In lieu of a response, I sucked on his cockhead. No messing around. My tongue massaged the tip of his penis, digging in a little to the hole before circling the ridge. At this, he muttered a few other interesting things, his hands tangling in my hair. Taking him deeper, I rubbed my tongue up and down his swelling shaft. Below where I was working, my fingers grasped and stroked the rest of his length.
We’d used up the remaining two condoms during the night. Whenever I woke up from a bad dream, he was there, ready to put my world to rights. Nothing like an orgasm to put a smile back on a girl’s face. Since I still wouldn’t let him be on top and risk busting any stitches, we’d done it doggy style and lying spooning on our sides. I had a feeling sex wouldn’t be a problem in our relationship anytime in the near future. Honestly, after the night before, I was a little sore in the very best way.