“Because that’s where I sleep.”
“I thought you could sleep here tonight.”
“With you?”
“Yeah.” Why was she so surprised?
“I didn’t think you did that.”
Kayla faced him, and he tried to keep his attention on her face and not her bare breasts. They really were magnificent. “What do you mean? You slept in here before.”
“That was different. I was intoxicated.”
Jack glanced down at the condom. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He crawled off the bed and strode toward the bathroom. He quickly disposed of the condom and cleaned himself off. When he returned to the bedroom, Kayla was sitting on the bed, wearing one of his Michigan football T-shirts. “Is this okay?” she asked.
“Of course. What’s mine is yours.” His teasing didn’t make her laugh. Still naked, Jack climbed onto the bed, and sat beside her.
She gave him a sideways glance. “Aren’t you going to put something on?”
“Not yet. I’m still hot.”
Kayla averted her eyes.
“Anyway, what did you mean before, that I don’t do this?”
She fidgeted with the hem of his T-shirt. It was long enough that it covered her to mid-thigh, and he tried not to picture her nakedness underneath it.
“You told me that you don’t do sleepovers with women.”
He sucked in a breath. She was right, but this was different. “You’re already living here,” he pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean we have to sleep together.”
“What if I want to?”
“Why would you?”
Kayla challenged him at every turn. Usually, he liked that about her, but if she kept digging, she might uncover something she wasn’t ready to hear.
Jack reached over and tipped up her chin. Looking deeply into her eyes, he said, “Did you have fun tonight?”
“At the party?”
“No. Here. With me.”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
Jack brushed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “So did I, in case you couldn’t tell.”
The corners of her lips twitched. “I could tell.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
Her eyebrows reached the ceiling. “Right now?”
He chuckled. “Not right this minute, but tonight.”
Kayla chewed on her bottom lip. “You already gave me two orgasms.”