Page 60 of Bad Habit
She stroked my chest. “You don’t need to say that.”
“Faith.” I ran my hand from the back of her head to cup her chin. “I am not just saying that. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.” I shook my head. “And we haven’t even…”
“Had sexual intercourse.”
“Yeah. That.”
My fingers played with the hair at the back of her neck.
“If you want,” she said softly, “you can do it to me now.”
My dick pulsed. “Baby.” I kissed the top of her head. “When we do it, I hope we’ll be doing it together. Not just me doing it to you. It’s better that way.”
“Oh.” Her stomach growled, and she rolled slightly away, propping herself up as if hoping I hadn’t noticed. Her nerves were even more obvious than her hunger. “But I don’t know how to do intercourse.”
“Don’t worry.” At least she wasn’t calling it fornication anymore. “You’ll figure it out.” If I was sure of anything, I was sure of that. The anticipation throbbed in my cock.
“Let’s get some food.” I ran my hand down her spine and stroked her ass, then before I got carried away, I sat, accidentally pulling the duvet off our naked bodies.
To my surprise, she didn’t immediately try to cover back up. Still, as I got out of the bed, I turned away to let her be modest, and then stretched my back and arms as I walked toward the glass, giving her some time to put the robe on.
“Can anyone see through the windows?” she asked.
“I doubt it.” I turned toward her, surprised she was still naked, kneeling on the bed and facing the windows. Facing me. “Do you like the idea of someone watching us?” I asked.
Her breath caught, and she shook her head. Her hands landed low on her belly as if her body was disagreeing with her answer.
“What time is it?” she asked.
It had been dark for hours, but the lights of the city were nearly as bright as the sun had been when we’d first arrived. I checked my watch. “Two-thirty-seven.”
She sighed. “Too late for food, then.”
“Not in Vegas. Shall we eat in the room?”
“Yes, please.” She clapped her hands together like a little kid, and it was beyond adorable. The lights bounced off her pale skin and danced in her eyes, but it was more like the lights came from inside her, like she could make any room she entered brighter, more filled with wonder.
Warmth filled my chest in a way I barely recognized, in a way that made me want to look down to check whether someone had pressed a heating pad against me, even though I knew the heat came from inside.
I wanted this woman, and not just to fuck her. I loved being around her, how she made me feel like a better man, not a lowlife criminal. She was so good she had goodness to spare, and being around her made me feel like I could be a good person, too. If only I could feel like this always.
I didn’t want this night, this trip, to end. As long as we stayed in Vegas, stayed in this room, I could pretend that there was a chance Faith could be mine, pretend we were in an alternate universe where she wasn’t becoming a nun, where I was even a tiny percent of the kind of man good enough to be with someone like her.
“What do you feel like eating?” I walked toward the dining area where the menu was sitting.
“Anything.”
“Cheeseburger?”
“Sure. I’ve never had one.”
“Really?” I stuck my head back into the bedroom to see whether she was teasing. “I think you’ll love it.”
I called room service from the dining room phone, and they said they’d be twenty to thirty minutes. I returned to the bedroom, but she wasn’t there.
In an instant, my heart cracked. I knew she hadn’t disappeared into thin air, but her absence made the night seem like a dream, and reality smacked me hard in the face.
Thinking this night was more than just sex was pure delusion.
