“Thanks for dinner,” she whispered.

Fuck, his brown-eyed girl.

The unease loosened when warmth started to invade.

“Stop thankin’ me for everything,” he ordered.

Her lips tipped up. “Thanks for a fuckin’ awesome orgasm.”

“You did all the work,” he pointed out.

She ignored that completely. “Thanks for bein’ shit-hot in bed.”

He shook his head on the pillow and felt his body start shaking too.

“Would suck, you bein’ tall, gorgeous, and knowin’ how to skim walls but a terrible lay,” she remarked.

His shaking turned to audible laughter.

Through it, he asked, “‘Knowin’ how to skim walls?’”

“That’s definitely big points on the guys-that-are-worth-it test.”

He kept laughing even as he asked, “Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” she answered through her smile. “Though, awesome orgasms are bigger points.” She pressed closer, tits to his chest, hips into his. “Much bigger.”

“Just to say,” he started, “wasn’t me who put on the show tonight, honey. You took yourself there. I was just along for the ride. Or I should say, I seriously got off on a great fuckin’ ride.”

She was still smiling, but he saw the pleasure of his compliment hit her eyes as she returned, “If you think straddlin’ you, ridin’ you, and watchin’ how much you like it didn’t have a part in takin’ me there, you think wrong.”

Automatically, his hips bucked slightly into hers as he growled, “Fuck. I’m forty-two, haven’t banged a woman minutes after a woman banged me since I was in my twenties, and now I’m gettin’ hard again when I didn’t even go soft.”

Her brows shot up. “Is this a complaint?”

“Fuck no,” he answered. “But it is me tellin’ you to get off my dick. I need to go to the john and get rid of this fuckin’ condom so I can bang you again.”

She grinned and took her time sliding off of him, which meant she took her time sliding him out of her.

Fuck.

Cher.

Spectacular.

He touched his mouth to hers, rolled off the bed, and headed to the bathroom.

When he hit his bedroom again, he saw she’d tangled herself in his sheets, leg and hip on display, most of her tits too, her hand up to her chest with the sheet barely covering them. All this on her side, body curved, head resting in her other hand, elbow in the pillow, eyes to him.

Or to his cock.

With his age and experience, it wasn’t lost on him that women appreciated what God and genetics had endowed him with.

It was just that Cher didn’t try to hide or be coy about the fact she particularly appreciated it.

He liked the confidence that showed. She was who she was. She liked what she liked. She didn’t fuck around communicating that.

He also liked the look of her tangled in his sheets in his bed.

He memorized that vision instead of standing there and savoring it, because he knew he’d like the feel of her tangled in his sheets and him even better. So Garrett’s dick lost her attention when he slid into bed and pulled her to him, tangling himself up in sheets and Cher.