Page 86 of No Interest in Love

“Just the one.” Her cheek presses against my abs and she draws a line from Wolverine’s claws to my pants. “You slept in your jeans.”

“I’ve been sleeping in jeans all week.”

“You could’ve taken them off.”

“My body would’ve been so tempting, you would’ve battled through indigestion to get a piece of it.”

“I would’ve just reminded myself of the time I walked in on you taking a whiz.”

I laugh, making her head bounce on my stomach. “That reminds me…What happened in that bathroom?” I ask, referring to the truck stop incident she still hasn’t told me about. She shakes her head, pushing her lips together.

“Nothing.”

“Come on…” I trace a line up her arm, grinning at the goose bumps I leave on her skin.

“It’s not exactly foreplay talk.”

“Are we in the middle of foreplay?”

She growls, tossing her head back, and it’s adorable and sexy all wrapped in one.

“There was a lady in there.”

“Okay,” I say, leaning up on my elbows. She’s actually gonna spill this time.

“She was naked.”

I wait for more. “That it?”

She shakes her head. “And she was…relieving herself.”

“Itwasa bathroom.”

“Into her sun hat.”

Another laugh pushes at my gut, and I toss my head back and let it all out. She smacks my stomach, but her hand lingers there as I laugh. Her fingers run over my skin, and when I tilt my head forward, her face is right next to mine.

“I should not be this turned on by you right now,” she says, as if it’s my fault.

“All this bathroom talk…It’s making you horny.”

“I’m one sick pervert.” She sighs and rests back on my chest. “I just love seeing you laugh like that.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I reach down to tickle her elbows, but she moves her fingers to the button on my jeans, and the Smurfs and Woody both yell at me to not distract her.

It takes her a couple shots to get the fly open, and I lie back and just let her at it. She tucks her hands into the waistband and tugs, and I laugh as the jeans move probably about an inch and no more.

She grabs at my pockets and pulls. Takes any extra fabric and yanks. She’s making some pretty impressive grunting noises while I just chuckle at her efforts. She finally gets the waistband to my knees and stands up at the foot of the bed. Grabbing handfuls of fabric by my ankles, she does one final tug and tosses the jeans behind her.

“Thank you so much for your help,” she pants, bare chest heaving up and down, long hair covering her breasts. I can’t see anything lower than that because my boxers are pitched high.

“No problem,” I answer with a sly grin. She makes a face, then lunges on top of me. Her teeth find my ear, and I know she’s probably trying to tease and play, but I like it far too much to complain about it.

I grab her waist, stroke my thumb over the jewel dangling from her belly button, and try to get a glimpse of it. But she distracts me once again by moving her playful bites down my chest. Those bites soon turn to kisses, and Woody is practically dancing when she gets to the top of my boxers.

“Crap,” she says, turning to look behind her. “I just threw the condom across the room, didn’t I?”

“Yep.”

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