Wilder
Page 72“Are you giggling?” he asked, a smile in his voice as he rolled me under him.
“Maybe.”
“So sleeping with me is funny? Because I didn’t hear you laughing a few minutes ago. Do you need a refresher?” He bit his lip, and I nearly went limp. I wasn’t sure my body could handle another round.
“I realized that my first impression of you was dead-on,” I said, stroking my hands over the dampened skin of his back.
“And what was that?” His eyes were bright but more relaxed than I’d ever seen them.
“That you could make me come with just a look.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.”
It turned out my body was more than capable of another round…
And another after that.
Chapter Twenty
Mykonos
I slid the last of the eggs onto the plate and then added the toast next to the bacon. Two glasses of orange juice and two forks later, I balanced the tray on my way to the guesthouse, carefully navigating the stone path.
It had to be about ten o’clock. I should’ve been on the bike already, but John was still sleeping, and Leah was in my bed. If I hadn’t been carrying her breakfast, I would have jumped into the air and heel-clicked.
Instead, I took extra caution as I opened the door to the guesthouse. She’d need the calories after last night, that was for damn sure. I’d never been with someone like her before, so open, honest in her reactions, so addictive that if I wasn’t worried about wearing her down to exhaustion I’d already be inside her again.
She was perfection.
Leah slept in our bed, her hair tangled around her shoulders, her hand tucked under her pillow and the other reaching for the empty place where I’d slept. The white sheets twisted across her body, and her cheeks still wore a flush—or was that whisker burn? I probably needed to shave.
Shit, I hoped her inner thighs were okay.
A fierce feeling of protectiveness swept over me as I sat on the edge of the bed, setting the tray on the mattress. She was mine. She’d not only said yes on that beach, she’d literally thrown the red flag and trusted me with everything she was. Talk about humbling.
She was mine to protect, to care for.
And I still had a month before that whole situation bit me in the ass.
Tell her, she’ll understand, my conscience screamed at me. Maybe I should. Leah wasn’t the kind of girl to cut and run because of my past. Maybe if I came clean now—
Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked a few times before giving me a sleepy, sexy smile. “Is that bacon?”
I laughed. “That’s exactly what every guy wants to hear the morning after. Forget the ‘how was it for you’ awkwardness and let’s go for the bacon.”
She sat up, covering her magnificent breasts with the sheet. I’d never seen a woman look so good in the morning, especially after I’d kept her up almost all night. “Pretty sure you already know it was good for me,” she said, plucking a piece of bacon from the plate. “I lost count of the orgasms.” She moaned as she chewed, then swallowed. “So good.”
My dick hardened. Down, boy. If I’d thought that spending one night with her would kill my obsession with getting her naked, well…it had done the opposite. Now I knew how she tasted, how tight she was surrounding me, knew how it felt to watch her fly apart and surrender myself in return. She’d gone from an obsession to an addiction overnight.
“I’m sorry, did you need to have the ‘how was it for you’ conversation?” she asked, her head tilted.
“Not really, I already know both sides. Do you?” Now I was the one stealing bacon, reveling in the comfortable domesticity of breakfast in bed with Leah.
“No,” she said, her tone adamant as she sipped orange juice.
“Really. I’m well aware that your numbers are scary high, and I’d rather you not lie to me. So instead, how are we doing for a morning-after in your ranking?”
“First place,” I answered truthfully. “And second, and third, and every place, really.”
Her eyes lit up, and I realized how badly she needed words, needed to be shown that she was wanted. “Really?”
“Really,” I said, grinning and wondering how many times we could say really before it didn’t sound like a word anymore. “This is definitely first place. Second would be waking up next to you in Istanbul. Third was watching you come out of my bedroom yesterday morning, and the rest are ties for every morning since I’ve met you.”
“Those don’t count,” she said, fighting her smile and failing.
“Sure they do. Because every morning since we’ve set sail, I’ve woken up and wondered when I’d get to see you.”
Her lips parted slightly, and I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her hips, and kissed her sweetly. Then I pulled back so she could see my eyes, hoping she’d see the truth. “Last night was the best night of my life, Leah. Hands down. Being with you is unlike anything I’ve ever known.”
Her eyes were huge, the deep pools reflecting the hope I felt in my own heart. “Even better than winning your X Games?” she challenged with a sparkle.