aftershocks. And the aftershocks subsided.
He barely had enough strength to pull himself from her body and take care of the condom. After moving her to a more comfortable position on the bed he crawled in next to her, pulled her against him so his now satisfied cock nestled in the crevice of her buttocks, then he cupped a breast with his hand, and tumbled into sleep.
Chapter Five
Jack sat at the breakfast table across from Darcy, legs stretched out before him. He wished he could enjoy the feel of the sunshine pouring in the window and bathing the two of them. His gazed wandered to Mr Big, dozing on the cushion on the window seat. A stranger looking in on the scene, he mused, might have thought what a nice couple they made. How great they looked together.
The stranger would have been very far off the beaten path.
“What are we going to do about this?” Jack said at last, swallowing the last of his coffee.
“About what?” Darcy stared at him across the table, her expression almost challenging.
“About…this.” He pointed at himself then at her. “About us.”
“Jack, there is no us . Don’t even use that word.”
He got up to fetch the coffee carafe and refilled both of their cups. “What word should I use? We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.”
“It’s sex,” she told him in a firm voice. “Just good old-fashioned sex.”
He grinned. “It’s damn good, I agree, but there’s nothing old-fashioned about it.”
“Whatever you want to call it, that’s all it is. A physical itch that we just need to scratch.”
“Hey.” He sat across from her again. “I’m not any happier about this than you. But it is what it is. Tell me you don’t feel the same lust swamping you that I do and I’ll leave it alone. Go ahead. Say it.” He waited one second. Two. “See? You can’t, can you? I made my point.”
“We have absolutely nothing else in common,” she reminded him. “I’m not sure we even like each other once we get out of bed.”
He gave her a rueful grin. “Maybe. You sure aren’t my idea of the woman I’ve been waiting for all my life.”
The minute the words left his mouth he wished them back, especially when he saw the brief flash of hurt across her face before she composed herself.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that quite the way it sounded.”
“Yes, you did.” She glared at him. “I am who I am, Jack. Take it or leave it. And I think you should leave it.”
“Darcy,” he began.
She held up a hand. “Don’t say it, whatever it is. The only thing worse than being insulted is being placated. So just shut up.” She took a sip of coffee. “You aren’t my ideal dream man, either, so I guess that makes us even.”
“Oh?” Not her dream man? The insecurities he battled constantly rose up like a demon wave. “And exactly what would your dream man be like? Some freak with tattoos on both arms and hair down to his shoulders? Maybe a big motorcycle to ride you around on? I’ll bet he brings you wine in a box.”
Jack had an image of a muscular alpha male, six-foot-four, swallowing Darcy up in his arms and for some reason it made his stomach hurt.
“What?” She jerked in her seat, nearly dropping her coffee. “That’s some classy image you have of me. But at least that would be a real person. You keep waiting for plastic Barbie to come along and I’m here to tell you that you’ll be waiting a long time. Besides, Barbies stink in bed. It’s all about them . And they have a vocabulary of exactly six words, which is all their teeny-weeny brains can handle.”
He tamped down the anger threatening to engulf him, clenching his jaw and studying the female sitting across the table from him. She was wearing one of his dress shirts, almost dwarfed by its size, and her crazy hair stuck out in spikes all over her head.
“Did you ever think of actually combing your hair?” he asked.
He thought he could actually see sparks sizzling from her body.
“What’s
He barely had enough strength to pull himself from her body and take care of the condom. After moving her to a more comfortable position on the bed he crawled in next to her, pulled her against him so his now satisfied cock nestled in the crevice of her buttocks, then he cupped a breast with his hand, and tumbled into sleep.
Chapter Five
Jack sat at the breakfast table across from Darcy, legs stretched out before him. He wished he could enjoy the feel of the sunshine pouring in the window and bathing the two of them. His gazed wandered to Mr Big, dozing on the cushion on the window seat. A stranger looking in on the scene, he mused, might have thought what a nice couple they made. How great they looked together.
The stranger would have been very far off the beaten path.
“What are we going to do about this?” Jack said at last, swallowing the last of his coffee.
“About what?” Darcy stared at him across the table, her expression almost challenging.
“About…this.” He pointed at himself then at her. “About us.”
“Jack, there is no us . Don’t even use that word.”
He got up to fetch the coffee carafe and refilled both of their cups. “What word should I use? We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.”
“It’s sex,” she told him in a firm voice. “Just good old-fashioned sex.”
He grinned. “It’s damn good, I agree, but there’s nothing old-fashioned about it.”
“Whatever you want to call it, that’s all it is. A physical itch that we just need to scratch.”
“Hey.” He sat across from her again. “I’m not any happier about this than you. But it is what it is. Tell me you don’t feel the same lust swamping you that I do and I’ll leave it alone. Go ahead. Say it.” He waited one second. Two. “See? You can’t, can you? I made my point.”
“We have absolutely nothing else in common,” she reminded him. “I’m not sure we even like each other once we get out of bed.”
He gave her a rueful grin. “Maybe. You sure aren’t my idea of the woman I’ve been waiting for all my life.”
The minute the words left his mouth he wished them back, especially when he saw the brief flash of hurt across her face before she composed herself.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that quite the way it sounded.”
“Yes, you did.” She glared at him. “I am who I am, Jack. Take it or leave it. And I think you should leave it.”
“Darcy,” he began.
She held up a hand. “Don’t say it, whatever it is. The only thing worse than being insulted is being placated. So just shut up.” She took a sip of coffee. “You aren’t my ideal dream man, either, so I guess that makes us even.”
“Oh?” Not her dream man? The insecurities he battled constantly rose up like a demon wave. “And exactly what would your dream man be like? Some freak with tattoos on both arms and hair down to his shoulders? Maybe a big motorcycle to ride you around on? I’ll bet he brings you wine in a box.”
Jack had an image of a muscular alpha male, six-foot-four, swallowing Darcy up in his arms and for some reason it made his stomach hurt.
“What?” She jerked in her seat, nearly dropping her coffee. “That’s some classy image you have of me. But at least that would be a real person. You keep waiting for plastic Barbie to come along and I’m here to tell you that you’ll be waiting a long time. Besides, Barbies stink in bed. It’s all about them . And they have a vocabulary of exactly six words, which is all their teeny-weeny brains can handle.”
He tamped down the anger threatening to engulf him, clenching his jaw and studying the female sitting across the table from him. She was wearing one of his dress shirts, almost dwarfed by its size, and her crazy hair stuck out in spikes all over her head.
“Did you ever think of actually combing your hair?” he asked.
He thought he could actually see sparks sizzling from her body.
“What’s
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