Holy shit. I had sex with Ellie Fournier.
And it was good. Like, better than good. It was intense and fun and crazy hot.
What were the chances she’d be up for doing it again while we were stuck in this room together? I tried to calculate the odds, but really didn’t see them turning out in my favor. Most likely, that had been a one-time thing, a strangely enjoyable way for the two of us to get back at one another or finally satisfy our curiosity.
At least I’d given her two real orgasms. The thought made me smile with satisfaction.
I pulled the covers back and climbed back into bed. I was lying on my back, hands tucked beneath my head when Ellie shuffled back into the room.
Grabbing the blanket she’d been wearing earlier from the foot of the mattress, she wrapped it around herself and wandered toward the window. After switching off the light, she moved the curtain aside and stood looking out. Her dark hair spilled down her back, and I had the urge to touch it again.
“Still snowing?” I asked.
“Yes. Your car is buried. Everyone’s is.”
“I’ll clear it off tomorrow.”
Sighing, she closed the curtain again and went over to her bag. “I wish I would have thought to pack emergency pajamas. I don’t really want to sleep in your sweater.”
“Sleep naked.”
“I can’t sleep naked with you.”
I laughed. “Ellie, my tongue has been all over your body tonight.”
“That’s not the point.” She faced me and spoke in the know-it-all voice I was used to. “Sleeping naked next to someone is something that people in a relationship do. Not us.”
“I’m sleeping naked.”
“Gianni! Can’t you at least put underwear on?”
“No, I’m saving my clean underwear for tomorrow. And I’m perfectly comfortable being naked next to you. It seems ridiculous to get shy about it after what just happened between us.”
She sighed. “Then can I have your T-shirt?”
“Sure.”
She walked around to my side of the bed and found it on the floor. Scooping it up, she shook it out for some reason before tossing the blanket back onto the bed and pulling the shirt over her head. Then she sniffed the collar. “It smells good.”
“Come closer. You can have the real thing.” I turned down the covers and moved over, making room for her.
But instead of climbing in, she walked around to her side of the bed. “No. You have to stay over there on your half. I’ll stay on mine.”
“Ellie, I’m twice as big as you. Half and half isn’t fair.”
“Well, try not to move around too much, okay?” She lay on her back and pulled the covers up to her chin. “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Minutes ticked by in the dark.
There was no way I was going to fall asleep. All I could think about was the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties under my T-shirt. I rolled onto my side and propped my head on my elbow. It was so dark I couldn’t see if her eyes were open or closed.
“Are you watching me sleep?” she asked.
“You’re not sleeping.”
“I’m trying to.” She shivered. “I’m cold again.”
I reached for the plaid blanket she’d tossed at the foot of the bed and spread it over her. “Better?”
“I think so. Thanks.”
“You can always move closer to me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because it might lead to other things.”
“It’s fine, I have another condom.”
“No, Gianni. Goodnight.”
“Wait, I have a question.” I tapped her on the shoulder.
“What?”
“Was I as good as my dad in your dream?”
She sat up and hit me with her pillow. “You’re a jerk! I can’t believe I told you that. You have to promise you won’t ever tell anyone about it—or about anything that happened here tonight!”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “What happens at the Pineview Motel stays at the Pineview Motel.”
“Good.” She thumped her pillow down and huddled up facing the wall instead of me. “God, I’m going to regret everything about these twenty-four hours with you, aren’t I?”
“Oh, come on. We’re having a good time. In fact, this truce we have going is even more fun than fighting with you.”
“Ha.” She was silent for a few minutes but seemed to curl up tighter and tighter into a ball. Then she started to shiver.