Page 31 of Lip Service


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She shrugs. “I wasn’t the one he wanted to marry and have kids with, but apparently he can’t get over me. Funny, huh? Since I was never great in bed.”

So that’s what the guy had been saying? That I’d find out she wasn’t good in bed and leave her? Fucking idiot.

I shoot her a look, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

She smiles slightly. “Well, I was never great in bed until you.”

I can’t believe how fucking amazing it feels to hear her admit that out loud. Suddenly, I’m not torn about whether I should leave or stay anymore. “You know what? I’m wiped. And I’m not convinced asshat won’t try coming back here. Can I spend the night?”

“What about your meeting?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.

“Meetings can be rescheduled.”

“You sure about that? It seemed mighty important to me.”

“Nah, I can think of more important things I'd rather be doing...” I lean in to kiss her. By the time I’m done, we’re both breathless.

“Admit it,” I tease. “You want me to stay. No matter how hard you try, you just can't say no to me, am I right?”

“No. See, I said it.”

“Does that mean I can't stay?”

She studies me. Sighs. Then motions for me to follow her back upstairs.

* * *

“Would you like something to eat?” she asks. “I’m sure fighting with Taylor worked up an appetite.”

“Meh. But I can eat. Why don't I cook something up for us?” I look around her place. Of course, I’d seen it earlier, but I hadn’t actually been taking it all in because all I’d been focusing on was getting in her. True to form, there’s nothing overly feminine or frou-frou about her décor, yet her personal space is as sexy and vibrant as she is. Photos of her and her brother line the walls, and I love the images that show her laughing and relaxed. I want to see her that way more when she’s with me.

“Because my cabinets are bare,” she laughs. “I was thinking we'd order in.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say. “Chinese or pizza?”

“You pick,” she says, tossing me a few takeout menus. “Surprise me.”

She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door; a moment later I hear the shower. No way. She's showering without me? I put in a quick order at a Chinese restaurant then walk to the bathroom door, opening it up without a hesitation. Dani is gloriously naked, but to my surprise, she screeches and wraps her arms around herself in a poor attempt to cover up.

“You could have knocked!”

I cock an eyebrow at her. “You could have told me you were showering,” I say, stripping off my clothing.

“There are some things I figure I can do alone, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, I agree,” I say as I drop my pants. “But showering isn't one of them. Not while I’m here. Besides, showering together will conserve water.”

“Who knew you cared so much about the environment,” she laughs, but it sounds forced and she doesn’t move, simply stands there with her arms around herself. I walk toward her and wrap my arms around her instead.

“Who knew you were so scared to shower with a man,” I tease.

“I'm not scared to shower with you,” she says, holding her head up high, but I can still see the self-consciousness in her eyes.

“Why is me seeing you naked in here any different than me seeing you naked when we have sex?” I ask.

“Because…” She bites her lip then shrugs. “I guess it's not. It’s just so bright in here. And well, I suppose I’m not used to a man like you appreciating a body like mine, that's all.”

“What's not to appreciate?” I say, stepping away to take in her beautiful curves, including bouncy tits. The barbells through each of her nipples just add to her sex appeal, and those tats... Yummy. I hope she can see my appreciation for her beauty in my eyes, because I know first hand that sometimes saying it isn't always enough. “You're gorgeous, Dani Cross. Absolutely, fucking gorgeous. Or trust me, I wouldn't be fucking you.”

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