Her brandy-colored eyes looked into his, pleading to make her come, but she didn’t say it. His heart raced because she remembered this game they’d played. It was a cat-and-mouse game of who could outlast the other. He smirked and pressed deep inside of her, grinding a slow circle against her clit with his hips. Her eyes widened, pupils taking over her irises, and she bit her lower lip.
“All you have to do is say it.” He twisted his hips again.
Her palm slapped his ass, and she dug her fingers in. “God, yes, fine. You win. Fuck me and make me come already.”
He chuckled and kissed her. He almost always won this game, but it was so much fun. Then he gave her everything he had until her body clamped down around him and pulled him deep. She bowed and arched under him, pulsing all around his cock, pulling his release from him.
Her body milked him through a few more thrusts that were punctuated by tender kisses. He held her close, still inside her body, their chests rising and falling in a unison of gasping breaths.
They lay like that until he could see straight. He rose to dispose of the condom and then returned to her side and wrapped his arms around her.
She turned her head to face him. “I agree. Best lunch ever.”
He laughed and kissed her shoulder. If he had any doubts about whether he would fall completely for this woman, it ended here. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“Except for the fact that you still want me to beg to be able to come, yeah.”
His heart did that weird thump again. “The first orgasm was a freebie.” He sank his teeth into the spot on her shoulder he’d kissed. “Actually, the first two orgasms, if you count the one from the other morning.”
“So this was payback?”
He levered himself above her. “No payback. When I’m buried deep inside you, I want you to be fully aware of who’s making you come.”
“As if I could forget.”
He cradled her jaw, allowing his thumb to caress her cheek. “I know I’m not the only man to ever share your bed. But when you’re wild with need, I want my name to be the one you’re screaming.”
“And you kind of like to be in control,” she said, a little cocky in her assuredness.
“Something wrong with that?”
“Not if you’re into that sort of thing.”
“Are you?” he asked.
She blinked slowly. She’d never complained before, but they were different people now. If she didn’t like what he’d done, she needed to let him know now. His thumb brushed her lower lip and she bit him.
“Never before you. Never since.”
Her teeth on his thumb distracted him, and he blinked to refocus. What was she talking about? His brain rewound to his question. Then the pieces fell together. She’d only enjoyed this with him. That weird thump of his heart was replaced by a full stillness he couldn’t explain.
As if reading his momentary confusion, she added, “Relinquishing control in bed? Only with you.”
He kissed her tenderly then, stealing her breath because his lungs hadn’t worked on their own. Lying beside her again, he pulled her to his side.
“Don’t you have to get back to work?” she asked.
“I have time. How about you?”
“Anna isn’t expecting me until at least two.”
They lay in silence for a few minutes. He stroked her arm and thought about them. And her. When he’d gotten to her apartment today, she’d said they had gotten reacquainted, but for all he knew about who she was, there were still many gaps.
“Why don’t you ever talk about your family?” he asked. She stiffened under his touch, and he had the feeling that he’d just ruined their perfect lunch.
“Not much to tell.”
“I know absolutely nothing about them. We talk about mine all the time. You’ve met my entire family. All I know is that you’re an only child. I know nothing about your parents, where they are, if they’re still alive, why they didn’t have more kids.”
Her fingers brushed his chest hair and then she settled her chin on his chest to look at him. “I’m not sure they planned to have me, so I never asked why I don’t have siblings.”
“Are you not close to your parents? Is that why you never talk about them?”
She shrugged, and he knew she wanted to get out of this conversation, but that told him it was one they needed to have.
“I talk to them. They’re divorced now, so I touch base with each of them every few weeks to check in.”
Every few weeks? Damn. He spent time with his family at least every week. If he wasn’t with them, he definitely spoke to them.
“When did they get divorced?”
“Not until after I went to college. It should’ve been a whole lot sooner.” She turned her head until her cheek was against him. “My childhood wasn’t happy. It wasn’t horrible either. I wasn’t abused or neglected. But I’m also hard-pressed to come up with truly happy memories.”
He stroked her hair and hoped she’d continue. This was a whole new side to her he never knew existed.
“My parents didn’t belong together. I love them individually. But together, they were a mess. I wish they would’ve gotten divorced earlier. We all would’ve been better off.” She swallowed, and he felt her throat work. “They stayed together for me, but in doing so they had no idea the damage that caused.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
“It’s okay. Years of therapy later, thanks to Moira, I should be able to tell you about it. They were miserable together. They were constantly at odds. Argued about everything, but not in a vicious, nasty way. They both excelled at passive-aggressive jabs. As a young kid, I felt the tension, but I didn’t get it. By the time I was older, I just
