“I’m not sure my heart or psyche can handle that,” I joked.
He rolled away from me. “Oh shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
I rolled over to look at him. He looked almost scared. “I didn’t put on a condom.”
I tried to remember when I got my last shot. “I think we’re okay.”
“You think?”
“Well I know I don’t have any STDs,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure my birth control is still good. What about you?”
“No birth control, no STDs.”
“Alright then,” I said. “I guess we’re good.”
He grabbed me and pulled my naked body over his. “Are we good to go again?”
“Five minutes,” he said.
“I should probably check on the dogs,” I said. “They usually sleep in bed with me.”
“All of them?”
“Sometimes,” I said. “Your bed is twice as big as mine. There’s plenty of room.”
“Baby, you’re hot. Gorgeous. I love being inside you. I want to hold your naked body in my arms all night.”
“Why does it sound like you’re about to say but?” I said.
“Three dogs?” he groaned. “Do you know what these sheets are? Have you ever slept on Egyptian cotton? Do you know how much they cost?”
“Nope, but I know I never spend a lot on anything in my house. No point. My dogs are my babies. They’re my people. They don’t sit at the kitchen table, but if I could figure out how to train them to use a fork, they would.”
“What am I getting myself into?” he said.
“I think you know exactly what you were just in,” I teased.
“Naughty, naughty,” he said.
“I really do need to check on the beasts.”
“Fine. Hungry?”
“Actually, now that I think about it, I’m starving. I was going to eat dinner when I got home tonight. With all the commotion, I forgot.”
“I’ll make you something,” he said and got off the bed.
He pulled me up. We shared a quick kiss before he pulled on his briefs. I grabbed a pair of panties, and because I was feeling sexy, I grabbed his shirt from the floor. I pulled it on and was almost to the door when he grabbed me.
“You’re not going to get through a meal dressed like that,” he said.
“Are you saying you don’t want me to wear your shirt?”
“Hell no,” he said. “I’m saying I want to fuck you in this shirt.”
“We’ll talk after you feed me,” I teased. “You better make it good.”