My stomach drops. Did he leave while I was in the bathroom?
No, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. I’m sure of it. Things were going so well between us, and the sex was out of this world.
What goes around comes around.
The thought lands like a blow. I flash back to the night we first met, to when I tried to sneak out without saying goodbye.
Is this karmic justice? Payback for ghosting him in Cancún?
The realization hurts more than it should. It was only one date, but I thought we had a real connection, the kind that can’t be faked.
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling like a fool. The worst part is that I have no one to blame but myself.
7
KNOX
I move quietlythrough the living room, careful not to stub a toe or overturn a table. The walls in these townhouses are thin, and I know firsthand how the noise carries, thanks to McGinnis.
Ava’s place has the same floor plan as mine, but it’s reversed. I duck into the powder room to clean up and dispose of the condom. Then I slip downstairs and grab the tub of cookies from the foyer table.
When I make my way back upstairs, Ava’s sitting up in bed, her knees pulled to her chest.
Relief flickers in her dark eyes. “You’re still here.”
“Of course.” I grin and hold up the cookies. “I figured you might want a sweet treat before bed, because I sure do.”
The hint of a smile curves her pretty lips. “I could definitely go for a cookie.”
“Better make it two.” I pop the lid off the container and hold it out to her. “You need to keep up your stamina, because I’m planning a doubleheader.”
Maybe even a hat trick if I’m lucky.
“I’ve only had back-to-back orgasms once,” she admits, taking the container. “And that was in Cancún.”
Pride floods my chest. Of course I like knowing that no other man has been able to deliver the kind of pleasure I do, but more importantly, I like knowing Ava feels safe sharing this part of herself.
“We’re going to rectify the Double-O situation.” I discard my pants and climb into bed, kneeling before her so we’re face to face. “You should have multiple orgasms, and often.”
She laughs. “I like the sound of that, but maybe we should start slow. You know, build up to it.”
“I respectfully disagree.” I pluck a cookie from the tub and hold it up to her mouth. She takes a bite and I watch as she chews, her mouth doing a sensual dance that has my cock stirring with interest.Not gonna happen, buddy. I press the remainder of the cookie into her hand. “Now be a good girl and finish this while I enjoy my treat.”
“What are you—”
I part her knees and slide down on the bed, burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh.”
The position is wildly intimate, giving her the perfect vantage point to watch as I go down on her.
The first stroke is gentle, a soft breeze on a spring day. She must like it because her knees fall open, giving me better access.
“That’s right, darlin’. Let me see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I pepper kisses along her inner thigh. She looks and tastes divine, her sweet nectar coating my face and mouth. There’s nothing I want more in this moment than to feel her coming on my tongue, but when I work my way back to her clit, I stop just short of contact. I blow on the little bundle of nerves, and she wriggles her bottom, trying to close the gap between my mouth and her pussy.
“Ah, ah, ah.” She stares down at me, and our eyes lock. “I hate to eat alone.”