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"I second that." He replied, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
We lay there for long moments, our breathing evening out.
"You sleep, baby. I'm just gonna get rid of these condoms." Gunnar slipped from the bed. He returned with a warm wash cloth, leaving again to allow me time to clean up. I heard him moving around my house, the sound of him blowing out candles and checking locks was surprisingly reassuring. I cleaned the traces of blood from my body, surprisingly okay with the night's events.
I went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and slipping into a comfy sleep shirt. I returned to the bed, waiting for Gunnar to settle. I heard him check the laundry, turning the dryer on for another cycle before returning to the bedroom and slipping back into bed.
"All good?" I whispered.
"Clothes are still wet but should be fine by tomorrow." He replied softly, pulling me into him. I'd never spooned with a man before. It felt both overwhelmingly claustrophobic and beautifully comforting.
"Okay?" He asked.
"Maybe." I answer, shifting. My ass settled against his crotch while his hand shifted to my side rather than my stomach. His fingers began to glide against my skin, drawing soft patterns. I relaxed, lulled by the hypnotic pattern and the heat of him at my back.
Okay, this I could live with.
Chapter Five
Ella
I woke to a tangle of sheets and an empty bed. I strained, listening for movement in my house, hearing nothing but the sea in the distance, and the call of sea gulls outside. Sunlight streamed through the crack in my curtains, the room already feeling hot and sticky thanks to the increased humidity the storm had left behind.
For a moment I wondered if I'd dreamt Gunnar. If last night had been a beautiful figment of my imagination. Then I moved and felt the uncomfortable stretch between my legs. It wasn't that he'd hurt me, rather I felt well used. And I definitely didn’t feel like a virgin any more.
I quickly walked around my house, double checking each room. My initial sense was correct – Gunnar had gone.
Suppressing the disappointment, trying valiantly to look on the bright side of the last few hours, I showered, washing away his scent and the slight smear of blood on my thighs.
I threw on a summer dress, pulling my hair back into a messy bun. I looked at the woman in the mirror, her lips were swollen and dark smudges colored the skin under her eyes. My cheeks were tinted red – from residual pleasure or beard burn I wasn't sure.
"No regrets," I whispered. "No matter what happens you gave yourself freely and without restraint. And Gunnar enjoyed you. He worshipped your body and you rocked his world. Don't dwell. You're gorgeous, fierce and a complete badass. If he doesn't realize that then that's his loss. But don't you regret a moment of this." I gave myself a firm nod, mentally dressing in my Wonder Woman costume. "Now, get to work."
I wasn't due back at the bar until early afternoon but an owner's work was never done. I pulled out my laptop, setting it up at the kitchen island. I stood in the doorway of my pantry, contemplating breakfast options when I heard my front door opened.
My heart skipped, hope rising.
"Gunnar?" I called, stepping away from the pantry.
"Hey," he rounded the corner, carrying a large takeout bag and two coffee cups. "Sorry it took me so long. Anika wanted to make you something special. Said something about-" he continued to speak while placing the items on the bench beside my laptop.
He'd changed. The damp clothes that I'd thrown in the dryer last night were gone, replaced with a shirt and dark board shorts. He smelled fresh, a mix of soap, salt, and him. I watched as he pulled a backpack off one shoulder, dumping it on the floor.
"Hope you don't mind. I brought an overnight bag. No big deal if you're not comfortable-"
My body reacted before my mind caught up. I launched myself at him, clinging to him like a koala. I pulled his head down, pressing frantic, open mouthed kisses to every part of his skin I could reach.
His hands slipped down, palming my ass before boosting me up. My legs wrapped around his hips as we kissed, our tongues tangling in a desperate, gasping slide. He twisted, shifting so I sat on the island bench, his cock now perfectly level with my pussy.
My bare pussy.
I pulled back, urgently tugging at the draw string to his shorts, pulling then pushing them down so I could grasp his cock. It landed in my hand, hot, hard, already pulsing with need for me.
Me.
I groaned, shifting so I could guide it into me.
"Stop. Condom," Gunnar groaned out as I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit. My wetness coated his cock, both of us throwing our heads back in a simultaneous moan. "I'm clean but pregnancy chances and…" he trailed off.
