“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her hair when she stopped sobbing. “I didn’t want to leave like that. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Where did you go?” she asked.
“Back here,” I said. “My boss told me I had to come back.”
“Your boss?”
Shit.
I wasn’t ready for this yet. I needed to wait until morning. It was selfish and probably shitty, but I wanted inside of her one last time before she knew the truth. There was no telling how she would react, but she seemed like a normal, rational person. The likelihood of her telling me to stay the fuck out of her life was pretty high.
“Where do you work?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She shoved against my chest and glared at me.
“Who is your boss?” she demanded.
“I thought we were saving my life story for the morning.” I tried to make light of it all and failed.
More glaring.
I sighed.
“His name is Rinaldo Moretti,” I said. “He’s a pretty demanding guy, and that’s all I’m saying for now.”
Lia kept her narrowed eyes locked with mine for a minute, but I didn’t falter. Her shoulders rose and fell with the breath she huffed out as she stood up from the bed and tossed the last couple pieces of pizza into the tiny refrigerator in the corner.
“Fine,” she said, “but I want to know tomorrow.”
“I’ll tell you,” I promised. “I just need a little time to…to prepare, I guess.”
She walked back and stood in front of me. I reached up and placed my hands on her hips as she leaned forward and placed her lips to mine. She started with just a quick, closed mouth kiss, but I grabbed the back of her head and deepened it.
Nothing was going to stop me from having one last night with her.
Chapter 9—Gentle Night
The cool breeze from the ceiling fan chilled my back, which was coated in sweat after our second session of hard fucking that night. I swallowed and tried to regain my composure as Lia’s fingernails dug into my shoulders. As she panted and her body shuddered a final time, her grip relaxed and she brought her arms up over her head, grasping the pillow above her.
“That was incredible,” she said.
I smiled a cocky half-smile and rotated my hips against her again. I couldn’t move much, or I was going to slip out of her, so I just rocked my hips a little instead of actually thrusting. I wrapped my arms underneath her shoulders and held her chest to mine as I ran my lips and tongue up her throat.
“Do you have any plans to actually sleep? Lia asked.
Bending my elbows, I slid my hands down her sides and then up her arms until my fingers could grip her wrists. I pushed them against the pillow as I pressed her firmly to the bed with the rest of my body.
“I was thinking I’d just hold you down here until I got hard again.”
“Such a romantic!” Lia snickered.
She was joking, and even though that was clear, there was something else in her eyes as they tightened just a little as she glanced to the side. She wasn’t pissed off by the comment, but didn’t all chicks want some level of romance? I had no idea how to play the role of an actual boyfriend. Was I supposed to buy some fucking flowers now?
Where was Nick when I needed him?
I loosened my grip around her wrists and dragged my fingers down the length of her arm until I reached her shoulder. I circled a spot on her skin there before leaning in to press my lips to it. I held them there for a long moment and then rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling.