“She’ll still want to check on me. She’s going to think I’m heartbroken over Bradford.”
He cocked his head as he hovered over me. “Are you heartbroken over Bradford? Which is the dumbest name I’ve ever heard, by the way.”
I blinked. And blinked again.
Was I heartbroken over Bradford?
“The right answer would be yes.”
“I don’t want the right answer, I want your answer.” He continued to hold himself above me, and I wanted nothing more than for him to blanket his body over mine.
“I don’t know. I’m angry at him. I invested a lot of my time in him. When Jules and I were opening Marketing Madams, I made sure he never felt neglected. I could’ve put more energy into starting my business.”
“Your business is fine. Now tell me about your heart.”
“This is way more talking than I expected for a rebound hook-up,” I teased, pushing my hips up to connect with him. “By thetime we get to your banana it’s going to be rotten. Bananas are notorious for going bad quickly.”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t planning on giving you my banana until I knew we were both clean and unable to plant any accidental spawns.”
I giggled again. He made me feel unburdened and light. “Well, I don’t know about your banana, but I just had my papaya checked.”
“Fuck, can we please stop with the fruit analogies? And why would you need to be checked? You were engaged. Never mind, tell me about your clean papaya and then answer my original question.”
“After Jules went on her little unicorn excursion, she wanted to go get checked, even though they were completely safe.” I added that part, since there was a slight chance our best friends would also be making a fruit salad. “She was nervous, so I took one with her. I haven’t been with Bradford since I got my test results. Ta-da, perfect papaya. Also, my papaya has an IUD, so you can plant yourself as much as you want, with no worries about little Mr. Eastons.”
“I’m clean as well,” he added, pressing his erection into my center. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex. I caught her cheating on me and got checked.”
I opened my mouth, and questions jammed over my tongue like LA traffic on Memorial Day wanting to get out.
“That is the one and only time I will mention her. That is way more than a rebound needs to know.”
“And for your previous question, as I said, I’m not sure if I’m heartbroken. He hurt me. He betrayed me. But in all honesty ...” I stopped, my insides squirming, and it had nothing to do with his muscled goodness pressed against me.
“Go on.”
“I want you. All I can think about is you and what you are going to do to me. Isn’t that wrong?”
“I don’t think it’s wrong at all. In fact, that was the perfect answer.”
“Yeah?” Before I could say anything more, he crashed his lips against mine, his body finally relenting and colliding with me.
Fuck, he feels incredible.
“Jules.”
“No, my name’s Rachel,” I answered into his mouth.
“When she gets here, get rid of her as soon as you can.”
“Mr. Easton, she’s my best friend. I’m not going to get rid of her.”
“She might be your best friend, but she won’t do this to you.”
“Do what?”
He didn’t answer, instead he trailed hot, wet kisses down my body. Stopping to suck each nipple until they were standing at attention. As he licked toward my navel, goosebumps broke out all over my skin when I realized where he was headed.
“These,” he said, brushing over the goosebumps with the pad of his finger, “make me feel like a god.”