Page 106 of The Meaning Of You

I tweaked his nipple, making him jump. “Spoilsport.”

He smirked, then frowned and fingered the dressing on my ear. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head. “I’ll survive.”

He smiled and kissed me again. “So, that leaves us with the most important question of the night. Left side or right?”

I reached for the sheet and turned it down. “In my bed, you take the left. We can argue the rest later. And lose some clothes. I feel underdressed.”

“How many clothes?”

My turn to smirk. “As many as you’d like.”

He slid from the bed and dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor, making no effort to hide all that lean sexy muscle covered in grizzled hair. My gaze tracked shamelessly over his body, down his chest, the dark buds of his nipples hard in arousal, his belly soft and flat, that silver happy trail thick and tempting. All the way down to his glorious plump cock, thick and gently bobbing, slick around the head, making my mouth water.

I rolled my eyes. “Because of course, you’re commando.”

He gave an innocent shrug. “I couldn’t stand wearing those damp briefs longer than I had to.” He moved to get on the bed but I stopped him.

“Nope. I haven’t finished looking.” I ogled him brazenly for a second time.

And he let me. Mature and confident, weathered and comfortable in his own skin, Nick let me look my fill without a shred of self-consciousness.

“Why the owl?” I pointed to the tattoo on his chest.

His expression became distant and he fingered the design. “It was my mother’s favourite bird. Silly, I know, but I like the reminder that there was more to her and to our relationship than just her leaving me. She’d have taken me with her if she could, I know that now. She was a good mother caught in an impossible situation and she had a choice to make. Who knows if she didn’t make the wisest choice after all?”

I studied the soft expression on his face. Nick meant the words, I knew that. But there was a lot of healing still to be done.

A sly smile stole over his mouth and he arched a brow. “You still have your briefs on, just saying.”

I glanced down. “Huh. How about that? Are you saying you want them off?”

He waggled his brows. “Seems only fair since I’m standing starkers here. Perhaps you’d let me do the honours?”

I wriggled up until my head was on the pillow and opened my arms. “Be my guest.”

He took hold of my ankles and pulled me toward him. Then he slipped my briefs down over my hips and onto the floor. “Gorgeous.” He ran a finger down the length of my very interested cock. “Hi there. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”

I chuckled, then gasped in shock as he bent over and pressed a tiny kiss to the head of my dick, the effect rippling through my body like a goddammed earthquake.

When he straightened once again, I shivered in the wake of those hungry eyes. Every inch the silver fox and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “Damn. You’re gonna be fun. Now roll over.”

I switched off the light, then scooted under the sheet and turned to face away.

Nick slid in behind and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me close as he kissed the dressing on my shoulder, the rough of his stubble sending little bursts of joy over my skin. “You feel good.” He pulled me closer, careful to avoid my shoulder and groin.

“You too.” I nestled back, smiling at the way his cock twitched against my arse.

He grunted and shuffled back. “Fucking tease.”

I lifted his hand to my lips, then settled it back on my stomach. The room fell quiet, bar the sound of Nick’s breathing at my back, heavy with a lingering arousal, much like mine.

“I keep thinking about him.” I broke the silence.

Nick moved at my back. “Who? Lee?”

I nodded and drew the sheet under my chin. “I can’t sit back and do nothing. I know we’re not responsible for that notebook, but I still feel guilty about giving them his name. God knows what’ll happen to him.”

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