So was he. He lifted his cock, prepared to pepper his belly.

“Oh, no.” She smoothed her hand over her breast. “I want to see your come spurt out of you. Right here on my chest.”

He let out a groan and moved close to the bed, palming the mattress as his strokes increased, his attention focused on her hand between her legs. “Does it feel good, babe?”

She panted out her answer. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Then come for me. And when you go, I’ll go.”

A fine sheen of perspiration coated her skin as she quickened her pace, the sounds she made a sweet agony as he held back, waiting for her.

And when her hips arched off the bed and she let out a wail of satisfaction with her orgasm, her gaze met his and he released, his come spurting over her breast, coating her. He rubbed the head of his dick over her, needing that connection, needing to feel her skin against him while he poured over her.

Stella looked up at him and smiled, then circled her fingers over her breast where his fluid had accumulated.

“Now I need a shower.”

He laughed. “Yeah, me, too. You made me sweat.”

He took her hand and hauled her off the bed, leading her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and both of them hopped in for a quick wash and rinse. They dried off and climbed back into bed.

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“Feeling a little more relaxed now?”

She yawned. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”

She lay with her head on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest.

“Good. Go to sleep.”

“I really should go back to my own place.”

He looked down at her. “Why?”

She shrugged, yawned again. “I don’t know. Keep things light between us. If I stay over, it’s too much like a relationship. And I don’t do those.”

He wanted to say something to her about wanting a relationship with her, but figured maybe now wasn’t the right time. She was tired, and that was a conversation to have when she was more clear-headed.

Besides, her breathing grew deeper, and when he looked down at her again, she was asleep.

Okay, definitely not the time for that conversation. He pulled the covers over them both and reached to turn off the light.

He liked having her in his bed. In his life. He wanted to keep it that way, see where things went between them. But Stella always having one foot out the door didn’t make for a relationship.

Taking up with her again had opened his eyes. He wanted this woman in his life, and not just on a casual basis. But he needed to know if he was the only one thinking this way. If Stella just wanted sex from him, he was going to have to take a step back.

Which meant they were going to have to figure things out.

And sooner rather than later.

Chapter Eight

Stella hadn’t meant to spend the night. She usually didn’t, preferring sex just be sex and nothing more. It didn’t set up expectations that way.

Though this was Trick, and he knew the way things were between them, so she supposed she could relax about that.

She’d just been wiped last night after a grueling day of rehearsals, a few drinks with her best friend, and the awesome addition of outstanding sex. She hadn’t been able to muster up the energy to get dressed and go home.

Admittedly, having Trick’s body to cuddle against hadn’t been all that bad. In fact, it had been pretty damn good. Her apartment was notoriously freezing in the winter, and with the weather turning abruptly cold, she typically went to bed in sweatpants, socks, and a long-sleeved shirt. Her heating bills were expensive and she couldn’t afford to crank the temp high enough to make it warm, so she had to rely on extra blankets and clothes to see her through a cold night.

Last night she had slept blissfully naked with Trick’s hot body acting like a blast furnace to ward off the chill.

Not that there had been a chill. His place was cozy and comfortably warm, and when she’d slid out of bed early in the morning to go to the bathroom, her teeth hadn’t been chattering.

A woman could get used to such luxuries. Plus the sight of a gorgeous, naked man when she came back to bed. She’d laid there for a while, but couldn’t go back to sleep, so she figured she should get dressed and go back to her place. But a quick peek out of the window told her it had snowed last night.

Ugh. Maybe coffee first. Then she’d muster up the energy to leave.

She found her underwear and pulled on one of Trick’s sweatshirts, which was utterly oversized and fell to her thighs. Awesome. She added her socks and went into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee using his Keurig. The smell was glorious. She added cream and leaned against the breakfast bar, surveying his domain.




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