“Jo,” I tell him.
“I may have texted Evan, too, didn’t want him to worry about me. Plus, he has my location, and he had questions.”
Oh my gosh, that is so cute. “And?”
“He’s happy for us.”
“So is Jo.”
“Are you happy?” he asks.
My stomach decides at that moment to growl. “I’m hangry.” I giggle.
“Okay, let’s get you fed so I can fuck you again.”
“Again?”
“Babe, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m addicted.” He kisses my cheek as he gets up, fully naked from my bed, and walks around to his jeans to grab his wallet. “What?” he asks, catching me staring at him.
“I think I like you walking around naked.”
“Yeah?” He grins.
“Yeah.”
28
FISH
We eat pizza in her bed because neither of us can be bothered to move to the kitchen. She’s in my shirt, which hangs to mid-thigh and does things to my brain that should require a warning label. Then the image of her in my jersey and nothing else on except a pair of heels pops into my mind and wakes my dick up. Her hair is a mess, the bandage above her eyebrow is slightly crooked, and she’s eating pepperoni pizza cross-legged on her sheets like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I’m in my underwear because she told me to put something on or she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on eating. Also, no one needs to look at dick while eating pizza.
“This is the best pizza I’ve ever had,” she says with her mouth full.
“It’s just from downstairs.”
“I don’t care where it’s from. Everything tastes better after orgasms.”
“That’s scientifically accurate. Endorphins heighten your taste receptors,” I tell her.
She stares at me. “Did you just make that up?”
“One hundred percent. But it sounded good,” I tease.
She throws a piece of crust at me. I catch it and eat it because I’m not wasteful. We finish the pizza, and she leans back against the headboard, licking sauce off her thumb, and the sight of her tongue on her skin makes my cock twitch.Down, boy. She just ate. Give her ten minutes to digest.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she says.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the next course.”
“You might be.”
“I just ate.” She groans, rubbing her belly.
“Take your time.” I lean over and press a kiss to her bare shoulder, then her collarbone, then the side of her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access, which tells me digestion is going well.