Page 59 of The Summer Arrangement
The last thing I remember is him slowly kissing along my jaw to that place just below my earlobe. “You’re so fucking perfect, Elizabeth.”
“So are you,” I remind him.
Then he turns my face to lock his eyes on mine. A slow smile spreads across his face as he claims, “You’re mine.”
By the time I return from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth, Lizzy’s fast asleep. She’s lying on her back, practically in the same position I left her just moments ago.
“Hey, Liz,” I whisper, brushing loose strands of hair from her face.
“Hmmm,” she moans but doesn’t open her eyes.
“Let me wash you up,” I suggest, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
Having no barriers between us is fucking phenomenal. I’ve never gone without a condom, but I think our intense connection has everything to do with my feelings for Elizabeth, rather than being without one. Unfortunately, the aftermath of letting myself come inside her is much messier. I need to take care of this.
“Babe?” I ask, hoping she’ll wake, but it’s no use.
When she still doesn’t respond, I quickly use the warm washcloth between her legs.
“Hmmmm…. Thank you,” she moans, then curls in on her side once I finish.
Glancing at the clock, I’m relieved to find I’ve still got hours until my sister’s due with Mills. There’s plenty of time to crawl in with her and take a nap.
Reaching for my phone to set an alarm, I realize it’s nowhere in sight.
Fuck, where did it go?
Hopefully, I didn’t miss a call from my sister.
Hell, it had better not be dead.
Quickly retracing our steps from last night, I search for my phone.
God, that strip tease was one of the hottest things of my existence.
As I make it to the hallway, I can’t help but laugh at the scene we left behind in our haste to get to my bedroom.
“Holy shit, it’s like a reverse scavenger hunt.”
I make quick work of picking up our discarded clothes. There’s a sock here, a shoe there. Eventually, I get to the foyer where I find what I’m looking for—my jeans.
With an armload of laundry, I fish through my pocket and drop my keys and wallet in the bowl where I usually keep them. When I finally get to my phone, I’m relieved to see the battery is at eighteen percent and most importantly, I haven’t missed a call.
When I finally return to my room, I’m relieved to find Lizzy hasn’t moved a muscle. I quickly pick up the clothes from in here, putting mine in the hamper and neatly folding Lizzy’s, then placing them on the dresser.
Before climbing into bed, I set my alarm and place it on my charger.
Pulling back the covers on my side, I slide into bed behind her.
My bed smells of her. Sexy and sweet with a hint of vanilla spice.
Her warmth makes the soft sheets even more inviting.
I can’t remember the last time I just snuggled with a woman.
Sliding an arm under her pillow, I pull her against my chest.
Her soft, silky skin feels heavenly against mine.
