Beautiful Bastard

to answer and the words evaporated in my throat.
    “I guess that depends on whether it’s realistic to think it can be anything.”
    He dropped my hand and scrubbed his face. The movie came back on and we fell into what I think was the most awkward silence in the history of the world.
    Finally, he picked my hand up again and kissed my palm. “Okay, baby. I can handle just not fighting all the time.”
    I stared at his fingers wrapped around mine. After what felt like an eternity, I managed, “Sorry. This all feels a little new.”
    “For me too,” he reminded me.
    We fell into silence again as we continued to watch the movie, laughing in the same places and slowly shifting until I was practically lying on top of him. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the clock on the wall and mentally calculated the hours we had left in San Diego.
    Fourteen.
    Fourteen hours left of this perfect reality where I could have him whenever I wanted him, and it didn’t have to be secret, or dirty, using anger as our only form of foreplay.
    “What’s your favorite movie?” he asked, rolling me over so he hovered above me. His skin was hot and I wanted to take off my blouse, but I didn’t want him to move even an inch, for even a second.
    “I like comedies,” I began. “There’s Clerks, but Tommy Boy, Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, Clue; things like that. But I would have to say my all-time favorite movie would probably be Rear Window. ”
    “Because of Jimmy Stewart or Grace Kelly?” he asked, bending to kiss a trail of fire up my neck.
    “Both, but probably Grace Kelly.”
    “I can see that. You have very Grace Kelly–like tendencies about you.” His hand came up and smoothed a piece of my hair that had come loose from my ponytail. “I hear Grace Kelly had a filthy mouth too,” he added.
    “You love my filthy mouth.”
    “True. But I like it better when it’s full,” he said, meaningful smirk in place.
    “You know, if you would shut up once in a while you’d be damn near perfect.”
    “But I’d be a silent panty ripper, which I think is a lot creepier than the angry-boss panty ripper.”
    I dissolved into giggles under him and he dug a finger between my ribs, tickling.
    “I know you love it,” he growled.
    “Bennett?” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “What do you do with them?”
    He gave me a dark, teasing look. “I keep them somewhere safe.”
    “Can I see?”
    “No.”
    “Why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
    “Because you’ll try and take them back.”
    “Why would I want them back? They’re all ruined.”
    He grinned at me but didn’t answer.
    “Why do you do that anyway?”
    He studied me for a moment, obviously considering his answer. Finally, he lifted himself onto his elbow and moved his face to within inches of mine. “For the same reason you like it.”
    With that, he stood up and pulled me with him into the bedroom.

Seventeen
    I had experience with negotiations, holdouts, bargaining. Here I was in the unfamiliar position of having laid all my chips on the table, but when it came to Chloe, I didn’t care. I was all in.
    “Are you looking forward to being home? You’ve been gone for almost three weeks.”
    She shrugged, pulling my boxers down without ceremony and wrapping her warm hand around me with a familiarity that made me ache in new places. “I’ve had a nice time here, you know.”
    I deliberated over each button of her blouse, kissing every inch of skin as it came into view. “How much time do we have to play before our flight?”
    “Thirteen hours,” she said, without looking at a clock. The answer certainly came quickly, and from the way her skin felt when I slid two fingers inside her underwear, I didn’t think she was looking forward to leaving this hotel room anytime soon.
    I tickled her thighs with my fingers, teased her tongue with mine, and rubbed myself against her leg until I could feel her arching toward me. Her legs slipped around my waist and she spread her hands against my chest as I reached down and pushed myself inside her, determined to make her come as many times as I could before the sun came up.
    For me, there was nothing in the world but her slick skin and the soft air of her moans against my neck. Over and over I moved on her, mute with my need, lost in her. Her hips rolled with mine and her back shifted to press her breasts against me and I wanted to tell her, “ This, what we have, is the most amazing thing I have ever felt.