How he managed to convince me to do it this way—me on top—I had no idea. It probably started with waking up Monday morning with his mouth on my breast, nipping and licking. That had led to him moving inside me, much slower than the night before, if that was possible. And it might have had something to do with the way he got me naked from the waist down Monday night in his kitchen, and we’d re-created what we did the night before, but with his cock and not his tongue.

I’d never, ever look at that kitchen counter the same again.

Or it could’ve been Tuesday evening, after we’d headed to the campground where Ike was supposed to be hanging out, which turned out to be a total bust. He wasn’t there. No one had seen him in days. He was gone, like ashes in a hurricane. That had been disappointing, because I’d been hoping he’d be a good lead, but that disappointment faded in the truck ride back to Jax’s place.

Jax could multitask like a beast, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other in my pants. And I paid him back for that when we got back to his place, happily on my knees in the living room. There was something incredibly naughty about that.

Maybe it was Tuesday night that helped him convince me to be on top this afternoon, because I was pretty sure after last night, I knew firsthand what “fuck each other’s brains out” really meant and felt like.

And it felt good.

It could’ve also been this morning, because he was definitely into morning sex. That was when it took longer for both of us and it turned into an epic sexcapade. But it was when he interrupted me trying to prepare for the shower that I ended up in his bed, with him on his back and me astride him.

I’d been nervous, though. With him being on top, I really wasn’t thinking of the condition of my body. He could totally see my entire front, but it had worked out. Very well. Like I think being on top would probably be my new favorite position of all time.

“We need to get ready for work,” he said.

“I don’t want to move.”

He chuckled. “I really don’t want you to, but . . .”

I sighed. “Can I just stay here, like this, forever?”

That got another laugh and then he tapped my ass with his palm. Grumbling under my breath, I rolled off him and landed in a pile of bones and mush on the bed beside him. “You can shower first. I’m gonna nap.”

He moved onto his side, running his fingers over the curve of my hip. “We can shower together.”

I snorted. “We wouldn’t shower.”

“Why not?” he teased, kissing the tip of my shoulder.

“We’d end up doing it and I’m not sure if I can withstand another orgasm without losing precious brain cells.”