“So,” I say in response, before pulling myself up just slightly to look into her face, praying I won’t see regret.
“That was…” She breaks off.
“Yeah.” I say. Because I get it. No words.
“So…again?” Her voice is hopeful, and I smile.
Yup, definitely should have done this a long time ago.
Chapter 13
Parker
Twenty minutes later, the sex haze has receded at least a little bit. Long enough for Ben and me to get back to doing what we do so well:
Arguing about the shower.
“I won the kissing bet fair and square,” I say, trying to pinch the arm that lays draped across my stomach. “The kiss sucked, so therefore I get first shower. Now, and every day for the next month. That was the deal. Now let me up.”
“No way. Yesterday’s kiss did not suck. I had you pinned between me and the kitchen wall and you liked it.”
“That was the second kiss,” I say, hoping he appreciates the patience in my tone. “Our deal was about the first kiss.”
“No, the second kiss was just round two of the first kiss. I could have sworn we agreed on this last night. You let me pick the TV channel, as was our agreement.”
“Well, now I’ve had time to reconsider it,” I say primly. “I’ve decided that I won.”
“Oh, you decided,” he says, lifting up on one arm slightly to stare down at me. “So that’s it?”
I pretend to think about this. Then, “Yup. Pretty much.”
His eyes narrow. “I made you come. Two times. You don’t get two orgasms and the first shower.”
I manage to lift his arm high enough to wiggle beneath it. “It’s because of those orgasms that I need the shower. I’m all…sticky.”
He lifts an eyebrow, then sits up naked, unabashed. “Oh, you want the logistics of the aftermath. I’ll show you the aftermath.”
He points toward the floor, and we both look down to the two used condoms.
Gross. So, so, so gross.
“Not it,” we say at the same time.
Then I’m darting toward the bathroom, squealing when I hear his No fucking way! followed by the sound of his feet hitting the floor.
I nearly have the door closed before his palm hits it, shoving it back open again, backing me into the bathroom.
“Be a gentleman, Olsen,” I say, even though I’m giggling.
“Be a lady, Blanton.”
We’re grinning at each other like fools, and I can’t figure out why I ever thought that this wouldn’t work. Sure, it had been weird for, like, a half second when he took my shirt off, but then it had been…good. No, it had been perfect.
And, best of all, it had been fun, and wasn’t that the entire point of sex?
He moves toward me and I take a step back, glancing behind me and realizing that there’s virtually no room between me and the tub.
When there’s nowhere else for me to go, he stops and leans toward me, then a little bit more, and then…