"You have a boyfriend I should be worried about?"
Looking insulted, she sits up, pulling the sheets and comforter up to cover her bare chest.
"I've already fucked or licked everything under there. It's a little late to play Modest Molly, don't you think?"
"Fuck you, Cooper."
"Not until I get some answers."
"You always go back to being an asshole." She swings her legs off the bed, and reaches down to grab her clothes off the floor.
"Oh, no you don't." I pull her back, push her down on her back and straddle her. She does her best to hide her body by holding the bedding against her, but it's not working. With my weight pulling everything down, her tits are exposed, and I can't help but enjoy the view.
"Would you get off me?!"
"Sorry. Can't do that."
"You're completely naked. Everything's . . ." her eyes roam down, and stop right there. I smile, feeling accomplished as a pink hue colors her cheeks. "Everything is hanging out."
"See here's the difference. Unlike you, I don't give a fuck if you look me up and down, because I know you like what you see. And we both know only ten minutes ago, my body made your body quiver."
I offer her a smile, hoping she'll realize I'm playing with her. Sort of.
Resigned, she asks, "What do you want from me?"
"That's a loaded question if I ever heard one." I dip my head down and kiss her warm cheek. "I'm trying to talk, to get to know more about you. That's all. I've tried to give you what you asked for."
"Really? You're going to go there?" Her fists pound at my chest in an attempt to get me off her.
"Not sex," I growl catching her fists and stopping her attack. "I'm pretty sure we both wanted that. I'm talking about my phone number, even though you wouldn't take it. And bringing you home with me, even though I had to carry you over my shoulder to get you here. Meanwhile, you've hardly given me anything."
"First answer my question."
I change my position so that I'm lying on top of her. My forearms keep my upper body propped up, and now my lips are only inches away from hers.
"I'm trying to understand what you want. You didn't resist me earlier and made it clear that you wanted to fuck me. And you seemed to really, really like the way I fucked you." I don't know why I feel the need to add that last part, I know it's obnoxious, but I can't let this get all heartfelt and gooey.
She turns away so that she doesn't have to face me. Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I turn her face back so she's forced to look at me. "You said you didn't want one night with me. I'm guessing that means you want more. Unless it wasn't good for you, but I know for a fact you liked it." I kiss just above each eye lid.
"You're that sure of yourself?"
My lips curl up at the corner. "Are you going to say you didn't?"
She doesn't answer. Fuck, I'm striking out again.
"Look, I know where I'm coming from and what my situation is. Like I said before, I have no attachments, none that have anything to do with you. But you, you're skittish, and suspicious. I'd like to know why."
"I don't have a lot of faith in monogamy. I think it's outdated and really doesn't have much meaning unless it’s a punchline in a joke."
"Let's pretend for a minute I don't agree with everything you just said. That's a little dark for someone so young, don't you think?" I give her a quick peck on the lips as I roll off her.
I feel the same way, but my circumstances are unusual. Regardless, it doesn't change the fact that I'm unable to let anyone into my heart. Someone did a number on this chick. I wonder if like me, her parents inadvertently screwed all her future relationships. The upside is I know she's not looking for a committed relationship. At least not a monogamous one. She really is a dream come true.
"I might only be twenty-three, but I'm not stupid. Or blind. When you have realistic expectations, you're less likely to get hurt."
"So who hurt you? Because there's no way in hell you're going to convince me that this outlook isn't based in part on personal experience."
"No one. I mean I've seen it my whole life with my parents, and all the time at work."
I remember her comments about hotels, and now this. A thread of concern slivers into my mind. I'm not so sure I'm going to like her "profession." There are a lot of things I can deal with, but being involved with someone who has sex for money is a little much, even for me. I fight the urge to touch her. Not until I know more.
"What do you do?"
"You're looking a little green right about now," she says with a smile. A smile that teases and mocks me. I'm crazy about her and she knows it, and she's fucking using it to her advantage. This chick has no idea that she's playing with fire. Given the chance, I'm going to fuck her again. And again. And again. And then when I've had enough, when I finally get my fill, I'll do what I do best, I'll walk away.
"Careful," I say pulling her on top of me. The comforter keeps a barrier between us, but it's not covering her bare ass. "I can handle anything you throw out there. Can you say the same?" My hand curls around the back of her neck and pulls her to me so my lips can cover and devour hers as my other hand gives her ass a sharp, playful slap.
She pulls away breathless. Her eyes drop to my chest before they meet mine with unbridled longing. That's the thing about her eyes. I can look in them and convince myself I'm able to see through her; see into parts of her she might be afraid to see reflected back at her.
"I'm a flight attendant. You wouldn't believe the egos on some of these pilots. Not only do they have a freaking god complex, but a lot of them have a wife and kids at home, and girlfriends on the other end of the country. One I work with regularly has two wives. I don't know how he pulled it off, but he's actually married to two women at the same time."
I don't like how relieved I feel to know her profession isn't the one around since the beginning of time. I feel like I can breathe easier. Thank goodness I didn't verbalize my previous thoughts. She'd walk out on me for good, and I'm in too deep for a one night stand.
Fuck, I'm in too deep. Where did that come from?
I force my mind back to what we were talking about. She's a flight attendant. A fucking flight attendant which means she's not going to be around long enough to get on my nerves. Every new detail I learn about her further convinces me she's perfect. That's what scares the hell out of me. I can't find her flaws. Nothing that's making me want to cringe and haul ass away from her.
I hear a noise coming from the other room. My phone. I thought I had it on vibrate.
"I should get that," I say helping move her back to the spot next to me on the bed as I roll over her and off.
Selene doesn't protest. I feel her eyes piercing my skin as I walk toward the bedroom door. Just before leaving her line of sight, I turn back and catch her with her teeth digging into her bottom lip, staring at my ass. That look right there sends me flying high. I can't wait to get back, run my tongue across that lip, and soothe it from the pressure of her teeth. Her eyes crawl up my back and shoulders, all the way up until they meet mine. Knowing she's caught she gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. I use all my self-control to keep moving forward to retrieve the chiming phone which just so happens to be hers.