Page 155 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
He smiles before moving in to press his mouth against mine. I can taste salt on his lips. I study him better, realising he’s wearing a tracksuit and is very sweaty.
“I’ve been out for a run,” he tells me, reading my thoughts.
How did he have the energy after last night?
He gets up and walks around the bed, before pulling off his T-shirt, revealing his perfect back, beaded with sweat. There are scratches covering his skin, and I admire them proudly.
They’re my handiwork, after all.
“I woke up early today,” he explains, taking off his jogging bottoms, too.
If he’s trying to keep us from leaving the room all day, he’s on the right track.
“You were sleeping so deeply… I didn’t want to wake you. I went for a run, then popped into the kitchen to make breakfast.”
“That was too kind of you. You should’ve woken me up.”
“Would you have come running with me?”
“It’s not exactly my favourite sport.”
“You have a favourite sport?”
I glare at him condescendingly, and Eric smirks. He bends down to slip off his boxers, then stands back up, totally naked in front of me.
“I was just going to have a shower,” he says, teasing.
He knows he’s stunning. He’s so confident in himself, in his appearance, in his charm, in the irreversible effect he’s having on me.
“Do you want to join me?”
“Aren’t you sick of me?”
He moves closer, kneeling on the bed. His hands hold his weight up on the mattress as he presses his mouth against mine again.
“I haven’t even started with you, Mr. Quinn.”
He pushes away the sheet, his eyes roaming down my body. I slept naked.
After last night’s amazing sex, Eric took me to bed – literally. He held me in his arms, safe and warm. He made me feel like he was there with me.
We fell asleep like that. We didn’t need words; what happened between us speaks for itself. The silence between our sighs, between our heaving breath, was so comforting; it wasn’t a terrifying silence, but a silence that made me feel safe knowing that something was really beginning. Something that had nothing to do with a deal that was made; something that felt destined to grow, to last.
I haven’t felt this comfortable with a man for a long time; not enough to let myself go like this, to trust him completely.
“I want to see you in the sunlight.” His voice is dangerously intense. His mouth moves along my jawline and down to my neck, pushing me gently back on the bed as he slides on top of me, the weight of his body pressing down on me. His hungry mouth pins me to the mattress. He kisses me, his hands ceaselessly exploring my body. There’s no hesitation; it’s as if he’s done this a thousand times before, as if he knew it perfectly. He lifts my thigh, his hand squeezing my butt cheek as he slides between my legs, his erection pressing lightly against my own: a phoenix reborn from the ashes after destruction.
“In the shower,” he says, his teeth biting down on my ear. “I want you in the shower.”
He gets up and takes my hand.
“Do you want that, Sean?”
“Lead the way.”
He drags me out of bed and I follow him to the bathroom, pushing the door and pulling us both inside. He lets go of my hand only to open the shower door, then looks at me, takes off my glasses and places them on the sink. He grabs my hand again and pulls me into the shower with him.
I follow. Eric closes the door and turns around; I find myself splayed against the cold shower wall.
