Page 92 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

“Orgasms aren’t everything.”

He laughs. “I guess not.” He kisses me. “I’d kill for a cup of coffee. You want one?”

“I’d love one.”

“And I saw some shortbread biscuits in the minibar.”

“Now you’re talking.” Happily, I pull on my skirt and top while he zips up his chinos, and then we go over to the bar and make our drinks. When we’re done, we take them and the shortbread back to the sofa and sit next to each other. He turns a little toward me, and I curl up beside him, drawing up my knees.

We sip our coffees and meet each other’s eyes.

“Thank you,” he says.

My eyebrows rise. “Thank me? What for?”

“For trusting me to do this with you. I can only guess what courage it took to do it, and yet you did it so sexily and gracefully. I thought you might freeze or back away at any point. But you just looked… beautiful. And hot.”

I blush at the way his eyes sparkle. “It was amazing. Just so… different that I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t think about before at all. Not once.”

“I’m glad.”

We sip our coffee, watching each other. He’s the same Linc he’s always been, and yet something’s changed between us. I feel conscious of him in a different way—I can smell his cologne on my skin, I can taste him, I can still remember how it felt to have him inside me. We’re not children anymore. We’re two consenting adults who’ve shared themselves in a special, intimate way. A very hot way. It was fantastic. And suddenly, it’s not enough.

“Can we do it again?” I ask.

His eyebrows shoot up and he stares at me. Then he starts laughing. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Well, if you don’t want to…”

“I didn’t say that.” He smirks and sips his coffee.

“Are we going to share a bedroom?” I ask. “Or do you want to sleep on your own?”

“What would you like to do?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone like that. It might be… nice,” I finish lamely. The truth is, I want it more than anything. The thought of cuddling up to him while we doze off, of waking up next to him, feeling his warm skin against mine… Did I die at some point while we were having sex? Am I actually in heaven right now?

“Nice,” he quotes. “That’s lame.”

“Well, stupendous. I didn’t want to appear over-eager.”

He chuckles. “It would be stupendous.”

“Don’t mock me. Astounding, then. Tremendous. Wondrous.”

“Wondrous is good.”

We both smile.

“How are you feeling?” I ask. “It was a very emotional day. A bit of a rollercoaster.”

“Yeah. My head’s still spinning, and you haven’t helped.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

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