I wasn’t sure I cared.
Post-sex bliss was a concept I didn’t have much experience with. It was hard to think around.
He dragged his chin between my shoulder and neck. “You can stop saying thank you now.”
“What?”
“You kept saying thank you. If I wasn’t already coming, it might have distracted me.” He huffed out a laugh and nipped at my jaw. “But you’re welcome.” Then he slid off of me and I covered my face with my hand.
Well, that was perfect. I’d gone from Nuts Lady to Thank You Girl.
Never a boring moment between us.
I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling. My bra was still on and the bed had moved out a good foot from where we’d started with it. All in all, I’d call that a spec
tacular nooner. Or was it a tryst if it was after three and before dinner? Hmm.
Dare cleared his throat and I sat up.
He leaned against the doorjamb of my bedroom. Whoa, how had he gotten so far away so fast?
“Not that it’s not incredibly tempting to go for another round, but I have to go back to work for a few hours before I…” His gaze flicked down to my legs and the very naked rest of me. He crossed his arms and fisted his hands under his biceps.
Why was that so delicious? I’d never been the kind of woman to go for the jock or gym guys. Not that I thought Dare was necessarily into that either, but he was in shape somehow.
I didn’t know much about him. Did I want to?
I kind of liked this physical, no strings thing we had going.
Overthinking again, Kelsey.
I glanced around the room and spotted my cutoffs next to his foot. Very nice white socked foot. That surprised me a little. The clean part, no, but that they were so white. Or maybe they were fresh out of the package like half of mine? Hmm.
He followed my gaze and bent down to get my shorts. “Looking for these?” He dangled them from his finger.
“Yes.” I reached out for them, but kept myself crunched forward on the bed. Not the most attractive angle. I was going to need to clean the stupid mattress because we had definitely defiled it.
Not sure Febreeze was going to cut it.
He arched a brow at me with a half grin. “Are you hiding yourself from me? I was all up in that a few minutes ago.”
“That was different.”
He laughed and tossed the shorts at me. “You’re something, Nuts Lady. Or do I get to go with Thank You Lady now?”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I quickly stepped into the shorts and tugged them up sans underwear. God, I needed a shower. What was the booty call protocol? Kick him out? Offer him a beer? Then again, they were mystery beers. But they were sealed and they didn’t seem to bother him the other day.
I blew out a breath and snatched a T-shirt off the pile of laundry on a box. “How about Kelsey,” I said after I pulled on the shirt.
“Is that your name?”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door with a laugh. “Think you’re a funny guy.”
“Not usually. You bring it out in me.”
My belly went to mush and I shook my head at myself.
Nope. Do not be charmed by your two-day-stand.