I blinked and slid my hands around his waist. “What? What do I look like?”

“Softer and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you,” he whispered, brushing a loose curl away from my face. “Sated but still wanting more, like a kid staring at the dessert table. Wait...maybe I’m talking about myself,” he said with a laugh, but it died on his tongue when he glanced downward, his eyes devouring my still exposed skin. “Am I right? Do you want more?”

He traced the tip of his finger between my breasts, down the center of me, stopping short of my mound. My hips tipped forward of their own volition.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Tommy grunted a noncommittal sound of agreement then closed my robe. Holding the lapels firmly to conceal my nakedness, he brushed his lips against my neck, my cheek, and my lips, where he lingered to nibble and lick. I tasted myself on his mouth, and it made me want him between my legs again. And his dick… I wanted the dick he said was mine, too.

For as long as you want it…

The dryer stopped, and the sounds it had dampened from the other side of the door filtered in. He moaned against my mouth again, but it was a frustrated sound.

“Más, más, más,” he whispered then pulled away slowly. “Nunca lo suficiente para mi.”

I frowned and shook my head. “All I understood was more, more, more.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s all you really need to understand.”

But whatever else he’d said had sounded sorrowful, and he was trying to make light of it now.

“Tommy—”

“Count to fifty, then meet me in the kitchen, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

He reached behind me and flicked the lock on the pocket door. “Oh, and there’s a new appointment on our shared calendar.”

“What for?” I asked, stepping out of the way of the door.

Tommy’s lips quirked, and he gave me a wink. “You’ll see,” he said, then closed the pocket door between us.

Still struggling to steady myself, I pressed my forehead to the door. My body was still tingling and thrumming from the orgasm he gave me, but I still wanted to yank it open and pull him back in.

“Count, Darcy,” he said from the other side.

I laughed and took a deep breath. “One, two, three, four…”

By the time I’d counted to fifty, my heart rate had slowed to a regular pace, but my body had slipped into the languid state that followed a deeply satisfying orgasm. I’d much rather be rolling over to stretch myself over and along Tommy’s naked body, but instead, I shuffled into the kitchen.