Page 86 of Seeking Stars
He let out a satisfied sigh. "Worth waiting for." He turned to his side, holding his head on his bent arm. "I'd say that you enjoyed it, too."
She grinned. "Oh, yeah? What tells you that?"
"Oh, you know." With his free hand, he ran the tips of his fingers back and forth on the sensitive skin of her belly. "The way you saidplease. How you moaned into my mouth."
"I'd say you enjoyed that, too."
"Yeah, I did." His fingers went up and down, up and down her torso. She shivered. "And it's kinda refreshing that you're not telling me it was mind-blowing, bone-shattering, best sex you've ever had—"
She laughed. "Not saying it wasn't."
"So it was?" His eyes twinkled, crinkling at the corners.
"Can't believe you're fishing for compliments."
"Is that what I'm doing?"
"Evidently," she replied, before using her hand to bring him to her for a slow, exploring kiss. "But I think it's healthy to make you guess a bit. It'll motivate you to try to do even better next time."
He laughed; the bed shook with the force of it. "Even better next time? Wow."
"That's the plan."
He leaned to kiss her neck. His breath titillated her skin as he followed a path down her body.
"I'm okay with the challenge." He settled between her legs and licked the tender, still-swollen flesh there. "It's only Friday."
"Show me what you can do," she replied before they tried again.
***
They kept it simple that night and ordered pizza.
"Thank god. I'm starving," he said.
"You exerted yourself, huh?"
He gave her a cheeky look as he reached for a slice. "Not really. I'm always hungry because I'm forced to starve all the time. And it takes a lot of energy to fuel my muscle mass."
They sat on her sofa, facing each other. Comfort wrapped the space in warmth, relief settling further within her. Two weeks apart had not changed a thing.
She rolled her eyes. "Sure. But in terms of starvation… I've never felt sorrier for you than I do right now."
Ana bit on a chunk of cheesy heaven.
"I'm sure you like the results, don't you?" He ate half of the slice in one bite, his eyes teasing. "Tell me what you think."
She wore yoga pants and a cut out shirt, no bra. He wore a thin tracksuit and a gray shirt; many of his clothes were currently in her washing machine.
"I do. But I'm sure I'd also enjoy some padding. I fully expect to find bruises on my inner thighs tomorrow."
"I'll take better care of your thighs, I promise." He grinned. "I like them too much to mistreat them, you know? And one day I won't have to push my body to its limits, but today is not the day. Principal photography is coming and my diet starts on Monday."
"Here, have another slice." She added one to his plate and he winked at her, his mouth full with the second half of his first slice. "One day, you won't have to diet and the only cardio you'll do is sex."
He laughed. "Oh, I might swim, too."
Before she could say anything, they were interrupted by the notification of an incoming message on Ana's phone. He checked his own as she unlocked hers and read her texts.
