I look up just as he leaves his perch on the dresser and starts stalking over to me. His steps and the look he gives me are determined. I stand my ground, refusing to back down. He may be bigger than me, he may be the first man to ever take the time to ensure I have an orgasm without me helping, and he may know just how to touch me to make me feel delirious with desire, but that gives him no damn right to demand I tell him shit. He hasn’t earned that right. He doesn’t deserve it.
Suddenly pissed and still amped-up from my phone call, I hold out my hand to ward off his advance. He stops, but only because his chest meets my hand. He smirks at me and places his hand on top of mine. The next second he has my arm twisted around behind my back. The shirt and skirt fall to the ground as I yelp in surprise and try to brace myself as I land against his chest. I tip my head back with my mouth opened wide, probably looking like an idiot. His blond hair has fallen in his eyes, shadowing them in darkness, so I can’t read his expression.
“Why are you getting dressed?” he asks softly. His other hand pushes back the hair that’s fallen from my braid.
I’m so surprised by his question that it takes me a minute to register what he asked. Confusion has my brow furrowing, and I just stare up at him. I expected him to continue with his questioning about my phone call, to demand to know what’s going on.
“I… uh…” I shake my head, look down at his chest, then back up at him. “I assumed we were done.”
His lips quirk up into a sexy half smile. “What did you tell me earlier?”
I shake my head, not knowing what he’s referring to.
“You know what they say when you assume…” He trails off.
With that, he lifts me by the ass until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist, and carries me to the bed. I bounce and let out a squeak when he drops me. His laugh is deep and it makes my insides squirm. He yanks my panties back off and climbs on top of me.
I forget all about my phone call and his curiosity regarding it when his head dips down and he takes a nipple in his mouth. I grip his hair and tug him closer.
A minute later, he releases the bud and looks up at me. “I hope you don’t expect to get any sleep tonight, because we’re nowhere near done.”
The next day, I’m sitting at Minnie’s kitchen table with a sleeping Luna in the bassinet beside me. I yawn for the fifth time in two minutes as I watch Minnie make both of us a cup of coffee. I’m in a long baby blue cotton robe I stole off the back of her bathroom door. I have no clue if it’s hers or Logan’s. Serves her right if it is Logan’s.
I barely stepped foot in the door this morning before she started grilling me with questions. I dodged her as best as I could and begged her to let me at least take a shower first. She relented, albeit reluctantly, and I dashed to the bathroom. I wasn’t in there but ten minutes before I heard a noise and looked out the curtain to see her standing there, hand on hip and tapping her foot impatiently.
“Can I at least get dressed?” I asked.
“No,” she answered simply, like talking about my sex life while I’m naked is okay. I raised a brow at her. “There’s a robe on the back of the door. Use it and meet me in the kitchen.” She pointed her finger at me, then looked down at her watch before backing to the door. “You have exactly two minutes to finish.”
She left, so she didn’t see me roll my eyes and stick out my tongue at her.
I walked out of the bathroom three minutes later. I purposely stood and looked at myself in the mirror for a full minute, just to show her I can be equally as stubborn. She was in the mouth of the hallway looking petulant.
“Minnie!” I said loudly. “Oh, my, God! This is so stupid!” I stomped down the hallway toward her. When I passed by her to go to the kitchen, her narrowed eyes followed me.
“Don’t give me that. You knew I was going to want to know what happened last night, especially since you didn’t call me like you said you were going to.”
“Coffee,” I muttered, throwing my hand over my mouth when I yawned. “I need coffee first.”
“You sit, and I’ll make us both a cup.”
She puts a steaming cup of coffee in front of me and takes the seat beside me, looking in the bassinet before taking her first sip. I lift mine, and despite the liquid being scalding hot, take a much-needed sip. It burns when it hits my tongue. I sigh, loving the blessed caffeine.
When I look up, I find Minnie’s eye on me.
“Well?”
I push back the laugh that wants to break free at her look. I take pity on her and start.
“We went to Blackie’s, had a few drinks, talked, and danced. I met a couple of his friends,” I finish, bringing the cup back to my lips. I smile behind the lip of cup as she inches toward the edge of her seat, waiting for me to continue and give her the good stuff.
“That can’t be it,” she says suspiciously.
I set my cup on the table, then look down like I’m inspecting my nails. I slyly look at her out of the corner of my eye. “And got the best orgasm of my entire life,” I add.
She squeals and jumps up from her seat, which causes Luna to whimper.
“Shit,” she mumbles, leaning down and smoothing her hand down Luna’s back, putting her back to sleep.
After she’s sure her daughter has settled, she retakes her seat, but slides it closer to me.
“More.” Her hands wave in the air frantically. “Gimme more.”
I laugh and lean toward her. “It was so good, Minnie. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He knew just what to do, how to touch me.”
Her eyes go wide. I’ve talked to her before about my problem with having an orgasm just from penetration.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.” I grin. I wait a beat before I tell her the other stuff. I’ve never kept anything from Minnie, and keeping this from her doesn’t feel right. “He had a friend watch us while we were having sex.” I whisper that part.
“What?” she yells, again waking Luna up. “Damn it. Logan!” she calls, scooping Luna up into her arms.
Logan appears in the doorway seconds later, looking worried. “What’s wrong?”
She hands Luna over to him. “Here. Take her and stay down here.”