His fingers began to work their magic, stroking and circling around me, and I felt the throb of my arousal.
“Tell me about the dream,” he urged.
Mmmmm . . . I had a better idea. Yeah, my head felt like a balloon, and I could barely open my eyes, but who cared?
Reaching over, I took one of the condoms Madoc dumped on the nightstand last night after the first time. I should’ve known then that he had plans in the middle of the night.
Turning over, I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, straddling him.
Licking my lips, I ran a finger across his cheek. “I think I’ll show you.”
• • •
“Oh, my God. You remembered.” I covered my mouth with my hands, accidentally letting the sheet fall to my waist as I sat up in bed. Pulling it back up, I eyed the box of Krispy Kremes like it was the living end. My stomach growled immediately.
He plopped down, lay on his side, and opened the box that sat between us. “No, not really,” he admitted. “Addie still gets them every Sunday. She gets our regular assortment. Lemon-filled for you, chocolate-glazed for me, and just plain glazed for my dad.”
And nothing for my mom, I remembered. She would never eat doughnuts.
He picked up his favorite and took a bite. The flaky icing on his lips moved as he chewed, and for some reason, my heart nearly exploded.
Diving in, I snatched up his unsuspecting lips, and had to hold back my laugh when he jerked in surprise. Licking off the icing, I couldn’t believe how hungry I was. Madoc made me promise not to leave bed without permission for twelve hours, and now I thought he’d have to drag me away.
It wasn’t food I wanted now.
I hovered over his mouth. “I like you.”
He inched back, peering at me with suspicion. “I thought you loved me.”
“Oh, I do. But we can love people we don’t like. You know?” I dug in the box for my lemon-filled. “Like our parents, our siblings . . . but with you, I like you, too. I like being with you and talking to you.”
He narrowed his eyes and stuffed a huge bite into his mouth. “You just think I’m cool, because I have all of the seasons of Vampire Diaries on DVD.”
Oh, my God!
I burst out laughing, covering my full mouth with my hand as I chuckled.
“You do not!” I blurted out, disbelieving. “You don’t still watch it, do you?”
He scowled at me and snatched another doughnut from the box.
“It’s your fault,” he grumbled. “You just had to watch it every Thursday, and then I got hooked.”
“Madoc.” I swallowed the rest of my bite. “I haven’t watched it in years.”
“Oh, you should.” He nodded. “Damon and Elena? Yeah. Then there was Alaric. That kind of sucked. And then the Originals came into town. They’re pretty awesome. They have their own show now.”
I started laughing again, and he cut his eyes to me, frowning.
“I’m serious,” he implored.
“I can tell.”
We sat there, eating and chatting for the next hour, and then Madoc reluctantly let me out of bed after I’d begged to use the bathroom.
I wanted to go for a run, but I’d had sex four times in the last nine hours. I was sweaty, sticky, and sore. I needed a hot shower badly.
I also needed some think time to figure out what I should do about my mom and how I was going to tell Madoc the rest. The baby, my mother trying to take his house . . . We were both feeling so good now, and I didn’t want to ruin the high. I just had to tell him and get it over with, though. He’d be so angry with my mom, and perhaps a little angry with me for keeping it from him, but I trusted that he’d stand by me.
I opened his body wash, smelling its wonderful contents that sent the hormones buzzing wildly throughout my body.
As if on cue—I think he had a sense about when my body needed him—he opened the glass shower door and stepped in.
His eyes were dark—almost angry—as he scaled down my body.
“Hell, Fallon,” he said in a low growl. Pulling me into him, he dipped his head to wet his hair, smoothing it back.
His mouth came down on mine, and I forgot all of my worries in the warmth of the shower and safety of his arms.
“Want to watch a movie?” I asked as he tossed me a towel. We’d finally emerged from the shower an hour later, and I thought going down to the in-house theater would be a good opportunity to talk to him. Alone, away from Addie’s loving ears.
He’d wrapped a towel around his waist and had another one on his head as he dried his hair. “Well, I was thinking it might be fun to see if Lucas is around today. I need to see him.”
I didn’t say anything. He was right. It was my fault Madoc had left early last summer and was taken away from Lucas. We needed to see him right away.
“And then I was hoping you might stay here a couple of extra days,” he continued. “I’m on Fall Break, so I don’t have to be back until next weekend.”
Disappointment weighted me to the same spot. “Northwestern doesn’t have Fall Break.”
He nodded, leaning on the bathroom counter looking hot as hell with his hair spiked up everywhere. “I know. I looked it up this morning. But if you can spare a couple of days, it might be worth it.”
“Why?”
I’d love nothing more than to stay here and spend extra time with him, but my classes weren’t for the faint of heart. Miss one day and you miss a lot. I’d already missed Friday.