Page 52 of After We Fall (After We Fall 2)
“Maybe.”
“Jesus, you could sell water to a drowning man. You should go into politics.”
“No, thanks. But I was pretty good at fundraising, or at least getting rich people to write checks for good causes.”
“I have no doubt.” She yawned, and I hugged her tighter. “Tired?”
“Yes. You wore me out. Or maybe it was the wine.”
“Let’s say it was me.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “It was totally you.”
She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, taking the candle with her, but she left the door open so I could find my way into the bedroom. By the time she came out, I was undressed again and under the covers.
Setting the candle on the bedside table, she slipped in next to me and then blew it out. We lay there for a moment, the rain softer now, the scent of smoke from the candle lingering in the air. Both of us were on our backs, no parts of our bodies touching.
“Is it strange?” she asked.
I looked over at her. “Is what strange?”
“Being in bed with someone else.”
Returning my eyes to the ceiling, I put my hands behind my head. “Yeah. It is.”
She turned onto her side to face me, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t lie and say it wasn’t.”
I focused on her again. “I won’t lie to you, Margot. I promise.”
“OK.” Her voice was soft. “I was brushing my teeth and thinking that I shouldn’t have pressured you to stay. I didn’t think about it being strange for you that way. I feel bad.”
“Hey. Come here.” I reached for her, and she moved close, tucking herself along the side of my body. Her skin was warm and soft and smelled like vanilla. My cock stirred beneath the sheets. “I stayed because I want to be here with you tonight. Yes, it’s the first time I’ve spent the night with anyone other than Steph in a lot of years, and yes, it’s a little unfamiliar, but it’s not uncomfortable.”
“OK.” She kissed my chest, slinging an arm over my torso. “Since we’re being honest, I have to tell you how much I love your chest.”
I smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” She rubbed her lips back and forth on my skin, slid her hand up my ribcage. “From the moment I met you.”
I thought for a second. “In the kitchen?”
“Yes. You were so grouchy and mean, but you had this amazing body. I felt like you could snap me in half, and you looked like you wanted to.” Her fingertips brushed over my nipple, and my dick jumped so high it made the sheets move.
“I think I did.” Oh fuck, now she was circling my other nipple with her tongue, flicking it gently. Heat rushed through my body, prickled over my skin.
“Maybe you still will.” She pinched the nipple beneath her fingers, and I inhaled sharply. It felt so fucking good, and it was one of those things I’d never ask for but loved. Her hand moved slowly down my stomach. “I’ve never seen a body like yours before. So tight and muscular. All these ridges and lines.” She let her fingers ripple lightly over my abs, making them clench. “It’s incredible how strong you are. It makes me think of all the things you could do to me.”
Keep going, I thought, and keep fucking talking.
Her hand closed around my cock, now fully hard and aching. “And this,” she said, her voice low and fluid. “When I saw you on the dock, dripping wet and completely naked, my eyes went right here.” Working her hand up and down my shaft, she picked up her head to speak softly in my ear. “I had thoughts I’ve never had before.”
“Like what?”
“I wanted to watch you get hard. I wanted to get my hands on you. I wanted to taste you.”
“Fuck,” I rasped, one hand seeking her breast, the other snaking down her lower back.
“I was so bad,” she whispered. “I wanted you to touch yourself, and I wanted you to catch me watching you. I wanted you to punish me for it.”
