What He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) (33 page)

However, when her eyes fluttered open, she
grinned her perfect smile at me and climbed on top of me, clearly satisfied with our evening of abstinence and ready for it that morning.

I am sure I’ve mentioned this before, but have I told you lately that this was the perfect woman?

She knew my every need and attended to it, starting by lavishing my mouth with gentle, caressing kisses.

“What happened to your no sex thing?” I murmured against her mouth.

“You complaining?” she mumbled against me.

“Nope.”

“That was last night,” she said as her lips moved from my mouth down my chin, down my neck, and down to my chest. “This is a brand new day,” she said, the tip of her tongue flicking my nipple and sending a rocket of painful desire right to my already hard erection.

I surrendered control to Lindsay, and I was treated to a passionate morning wake-up call.

As we lay together in post-orgasmic bliss, I replayed the night before in my mind, loving every moment we spent together.

After she had finished her big assignment, she had found me lying across her sofa watching ESPN and catching up on sports. I had long finished the emails I needed to send, and I didn’t want to interrupt her while she was so deep in concentration. When she walked into the room, I sat up and turned off the television. If there was one thing I learned from my mom and my sister, it was that all attention needed to be on the woman when she walked into the room. Everything else could wait.

“Finished,” she said, grinning as she collapsed on the couch next to me.

“Good work,” I said, squeezing her thigh under my palm.

“Thanks. Ready for bed?” she asked.

We both got ready for bed, and then I found my side of the bed and she snuggled into me. She was on her side, one arm thrown over my waist and the other propped under her head, her leg thrown over mine, and I was on my back, one arm underneath her and wrapped around her shoulder, and the other stretched behind my head.

“H. It’s your turn,” she said.

“I have two H questions.”

“Go for it.”

“Height?”

She giggled. “I’m five feet three inches tall.”

“I’m six-four.”

“I knew you were tall; I just didn’t realize you were
that
tall.”

“You fit perfectly into me. It’s like our bodies were made for each other.”

She grinned. “What’s your other H?”

“Hobbies?”

“Reading, walking on the beach. Girly things like shopping for handbags and shoes. You?”

“Sex with you.
That’s my favorite hobby.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got a one-track mind.”

“No arguments here.” I grinned wickedly at her, and she smiled back, looking like she was about ready to give in.

“Stop it,” she advised. “I’m working hard to be strong.”

“Baby, let’s not deny ourselves what we both really want.”

She leaned over and kissed me.
“One night. We can do this. Tell me your other hobbies.”

“Aside from sex with you?”

She nodded and giggled.

“Sports.
I dig anything sports-related. And, I guess I would say my other hobbies have a lot to do with my career. Sketching, traveling, checking out buildings, that kind of thing. Seeing new things.”

“I also love to travel. Where’s somewhere cool you have been?”

“I went to London when I was in college.”

“Ooh, I bet there were lots of cool old buildings there.”

“Yep,” I confirmed. “Tons of them. And my research has shown me I’d love to go to Barcelona someday, or to Rome, or to Paris or Beijing or Athens. All amazing cities with incredible architecture.”

“I’ve never been out of the country, with the exception of Tijuana, Mexico.”

“Go to Barcelona with me.”

“Right.”

“Okay, then Rome? Paris?”

She giggled. “I don’t even have a passport.”

“Then let’s get you one.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Gorgeous, it is easy. We’ve got the rest of our lives together to see the world.”

“Okay,” she giggled. “Let’s start with Paris.”

“Deal.” Maybe she was kidding, but I wasn’t. I started thinking about a trip to Paris with the sexy woman lying next to me. Nothing would make me happier than bringing her to a city known for its romance.

Someday we would do it.

“I,” she said. “Instruments? Do you play any?”

“Not well. I think I learned to play the recorder in eighth grade music class like every other kid in America. I took a handful of guitar lessons, but I never really learned how to play.
You?”

“I play the piano, and I love to sing.”

“You sing?” She constantly surprised me. I loved listening to her talk, but I had no idea that she sang. I wondered what her voice sounded like. “Sing something for me.”

She shook her head.

“Come on,” I goaded.

“I need music.
Tomorrow maybe.”

“Okay.
Tomorrow. But I’m not letting you off the hook.”

“Do J, and then let’s go to sleep,” she said.

“J was for joke, and I gave you my best one.”

“The math problem one?”

I grinned. “Did it make you laugh?”

“If I’m being honest, yes, it did. I was so angry at you, but you still managed to make me laugh.”

“Good. It always makes me laugh.”

“I have one that always makes me laugh, too,” she said.

“Let’s hear it.”

“It’s dirty,” she warned.

“Good.”

“What do you get when you cross a penis and a potato?”

I shrugged.

“A dictator.”
She giggled as she said the punch line.

I laughed along with her. “That’s pretty good.”

“Your turn.”

“I used my best one on you already.”

“Give me another one. A dirty one.” Her eyes glinted wickedly.

“What goes in hard and rigid, but comes out soft and squishy?”

She shrugged and blushed a little at the raunchiness.

“Bubblegum. What were you thinking?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, pervert. And for the record, I probably do want to know.”

She giggled and swatted my arm playfully. “Ready for sleep?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. I’m ready to have sex with you, though,” I smiled hopefully.

“Goodnight, Tiger,” she said, kissing my lips gently and ignoring my request. 

I thought it would take me forever to fall asleep and I figured I’d have a hard time staying asleep, but I found that with Lindsay in my arms, every night was the greatest night’s sleep.

So as I lay post-orgasm with every inch of Lindsay’s body covered by mine, I thought about Paris. I wanted to take her to Paris. It seemed strange to be making such huge plans so early on in our relationship, but I thought how fun it would be to travel with her. And then I was struck with the thought that maybe we could take a shorter trip somewhere closer to home. An idea formed in my head, and suddenly I was very excited.

CHAPTER 17

I finally summoned the strength to get up, and I took a quick shower. While Lindsay showered, I brewed a pot of coffee and poured us some cereal I found in the pantry. After she was done getting ready, looking incredible in a black dress, I had served her up my gourmet cereal and then she dropped me at my apartment so I could get my car, eat some cheese (which I was going to have to start stocking in Lindsay’s fridge, along with Dr. Pepper), and get to work.

It was Thursday morning, which meant I had a meeting with the other designers on my floor for the multi-
tainment center. That also meant I’d have to face Spencer. I dreaded going to work, but the sooner we got this over with, the better. It was out in the open now, so I didn’t feel the need to hide anything, and as bad as I felt, I knew that Spencer finding out had to happen. The way it happened sucked, but it was done.

I tracked Dan down in his office before the meeting to fill him in on what happened, but he wasn’t there. I was the first arrival to the conference room, and slowly everyone trickled in; Melissa came in first, followed by Brendon and Dan.
But still no sign of Spencer. Craig sauntered in, and then Dan started the meeting by saying, “Has anyone seen Spencer this morning?”

Dan glanced over at me, and my eyes widened. Shit. I needed
tell him what had happened; surely Dan could check on Spencer to make sure everything was okay.

Just then, the door to the conference room opened and Spencer walked in. I expected him to look like shit, but he looked totally normal. He took the last open seat and Dan started the meeting.

Spencer managed to cause some huge problems during the meeting. Typically we all looked to him as the authority in retail zoning laws and codes, and that day, he shot down every idea I put out there during the meeting, citing some law or twisting the language to make it so that my idea wouldn’t work. I was getting more and more frustrated as the meeting progressed, but there was nothing I could do short of punching him in the face. Dan took the lead and made all final decisions, but it was strange to find myself arguing over petty issues that should have had easy solutions.

My cell phone buzzed with a text. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was from Lindsay. We were fairly casual at our meetings, and everyone was always on their phones, so I opened the text.
 
K for Kink. What kind of kinky sex is your favorite?

Jesus.

I choked on my own tongue, coughing as if I was going to hack up a lung.

“You okay, man?” Dan asked.

I nodded and grabbed my coffee and took a big gulp to stop the coughing, finding that it was still scalding hot and burning the shit out of my tongue.

Lindsay and I were going to have to have a chat about texting etiquette during the work day.

I replied:
 
I refuse to answer that while I’m at work in a meeting with your ex.

Fine.
K For Kids. How many do you want?

That question was more manageable, although it still involved the thought of banging Lindsay.
3 someday. A long, long, long way away.

Mark it in the common
interests column.

Really?
You want 3?

If it’s with you, I could probably manage more. I can’t even stand the thought of how cute our kids would be with your adorable nose and brown eyes and perfect smile.

I felt my face getting hot. I was in the middle of a goddamn meeting, my face reddening at her words. What this woman did to me.
 
Those perfect teeth cost my parents a shitload of mone
y
, I replied.

She replied with a smiley face.
 
:) Worth every penny. See you later.

She was adorable. She knew just the right way to leave me wanting more every single time. I wished our texting conversation could have lasted the rest of the afternoon, but I had
work to do, and texting Lindsay with her ex staring me down from across the table was straight up awkward.

After the meeting, I checked my email and remembered that I never replied to Jules. Just when I pulled open her email on my computer, Dan walked into my office, completely distracting me.

“What’s going on with Spencer?” he asked me.

“Shut the door,” I said. The last thing I needed was everyone at the office gossiping about what had gone down.

He shut the door and then took a seat in one of the two chairs across from me and looked at me expectantly.

“When Lindsay and I pulled up to her place last night, Spencer was sitting there on her porch waiting for her.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.
I was driving her car, so I couldn’t exactly just drop her off and head out. She told him everything.”

“Everything?”

“She told him things she hasn’t told me yet.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t think she realized I was standing behind her, but she told him that she had fallen in love with me.”

His eyebrows rose.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, drumming my fingers on the desk.

“And?”

“And what?” I asked, confused.

“And are you in love with her?”

I looked down at some papers spread on my desk for a few seconds, shuffling them around, and then I looked back up at Dan. I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips and sighed. “Yes. Completely.”