Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love #3) by Melanie Harlow

more. No feeling of wanting to consume a woman’s body the way I wanted to consume Jillian’s, of wanting to please her for my sake as well as hers, not just to make sure the score was even. In fact, I hoped it wasn’t even. I hoped it was three to one…but could I ask her without sounding like an egotistical asshole?
    She sighed, and I loved the feeling of her chest rising and falling beneath mine. “As fun as the closet was, that was much, much better,” she said.
    “So much better.” My lips brushed those pearls around her neck, and it sent blood rushing to my dick again. Fuck. What time is it?
    “Three times better.”
    I picked up my head and looked down at her. “Really? Three times?”
    She tilted her head, a shy smile on her lips. “You couldn’t tell?”
    “I was hoping. Is that…does that always happen?”
    “No. Maybe two here and there, but honestly, that’s probably because I know my own body pretty well. I know how to help myself along. But tonight…” She shivered adorably. “It was all you.”
    “Good.” I kissed her, sending another bolt of renewed desire between my legs, where we were still connected. “I was so worried I wouldn’t have enough time to take care of you.”
    Laughing gently, she shook her head. “You had an hour. You only needed five minutes, at least for the first one. The next two took you maybe another fifteen.”
    “It still wasn’t enough. I want more.”
    She hesitated. “You can stay, if you want.”
    I closed my eyes, pushing back at the resentment. “I wish I could. But I can’t.”
    “It’s OK, Levi. Really.” She squeezed me with her long, luscious legs. “We can go out again, you know. This was only our first date.”
    “Doesn’t seem like it, does it?”
    “No, it doesn’t.”
    I kissed her forehead. “Give me a minute, OK?”
    “Sure.”
    I got up and went into the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, removing the condom and wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it away and washing my hands. In the mirror, I saw what a mess my hair was and tried to smooth it back a little, or else it was going to be really obvious to the sitter what I’d been up to.
    When I entered her room again, she was still lying in bed on her side, a sheet pulled up to her waist. “I’m being lazy,” she said, a guilty look on her face.
    “You’re entitled.” I couldn’t help staring at her a moment, her cheeks flushed, her skin rosy gold in the lamplight, her brown hair splayed over the white pillowcase. “I wish I could be lazy with you.”
    She pulled back the sheet. “You can.”
    I hesitated for less than three seconds before getting back in bed beside her. “I can’t resist you. But you have to kick me out in ten minutes.”
    “OK.” She laid her cheek on my shoulder and put a hand on my chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t try to tempt you.”
    I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry. It will be OK. If there’s a meltdown, I’ll handle it and I will remember that this feeling was worth it.”
    “Awww.” She kissed my chest and threw one leg over mine. I could feel the dampness on her thighs, and my cock twitched.
    Fuck. Just don’t put your hand on it. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to say no.
    But she didn’t touch me there. Instead she brushed her fingertips back and forth over my chest. For a moment, I wished I had a body like Sebastian’s—bulging with muscles, cut with lines. I was muscular in an athletic way, but I didn’t have the kind of abs and arms he did.
    “I love your body,” she said, as if she could read my mind.
    I laughed a little. “I was just thinking I wish I had more time to spend at the gym.”
    “What?” She picked up her head and gave me a furrowed-brow frown. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Settled again, she slid her hand around my ribcage and hugged me tight. “You’re perfect. You’re real.”
    “Well, thank you. You’re perfect too, but actually you’re unreal . Too beautiful.”
    She