No. Neither did he. He could stay exactly where he was, forever.
Still, after a minute or two, he rolled off her, wrapped her in his arms, drew her against him so that her head was on his shoulder and kissed her.
A pleased sigh eased from her lips. She felt his mouth curve against hers in response.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice low, a little hoarse. “I think so, too.”
Was sex supposed to be like this?
She couldn’t ask him; no way would she expose her ignorance but the truth was that even though she had a reputation that would have given Salome a run for her money, this was all new.
She’d had only three prior lovers. One had been a virgin, like her. It had happened in college. The other two had been when she was in law school.
Nice guys, all of them.
But the sex …
It hadn’t been memorable.
This—this experience with Jacob … Okay. Both experiences with Jacob …
Memorable.
Incredibly memorable.
Although today might even have been better, Addison thought, repressing a little shiver of delight.
For one thing, the rain had stopped. Daylight was streaming through the windows.
She could see Jacob.
He could see her.
She tried not to blush at the thought.
Plus, last night, escaping his arms, putting space between them, had been what she’d longed for.
Not today.
She wanted to lie here forever. Just like this. Her head pillowed on his shoulder. With his hand stroking the length of her body.
He was doing it in a way that sent just the tips of his fingers over her breast, over her nipple …
She was blushing now. She could feel the rise of heat in her face.
And he knew it. Just look at how he was grinning.
“Whatever you’re thinking,” he said, “how about sharing it with me?”
“That was …” She cleared her throat. “It was … nice.”
“Nice? Nice?” He scowled, rose up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You know how to hurt a guy, McDowell.”
He was teasing her. And she loved it.
Who’d have thought sex could involve laughter?
He grinned. Rolled her on her back. Caught her wrists, pinned her hands high over her head.