Page 142 of Aftersome
Whatever you do, don’t pass out.
His intimidatingly handsome face waited patiently for an answer, but I was currently rendered speechless by the simplicity of his question and the cocky expression across his face.
The man knew what he was doing.
Neck kisses, hands hot on my waist, asking me out on a date, what more could a woman want?
“Okay,” I responded with a soft, gasp-like whisper that had him smirking.
“Should’ve taken you out a long time ago, but I’m an idiot.”
I lightly smacked him on the chest.
“You’re not an idiot, Mal. There’s no rules or instructions on how to do a relationship. You just follow your instincts… You’re heart.” I placed a palm over the spot where I had hit him and slowly peeked up at him under my lashes. “I happen to like our nonconventional way of doing things anyway.”
His chest flared against my hand.
“You gonna wear a dress for me tonight, Doe?” His voice was strained and thick with lust.
“I was planning on it. I have just the one in mind too. Black, short, tight…”
A low rumble vibrated along my palm as his eyes closed on a curse.
“Fuck… You plannin’ on tryin’ to kill me tonight too?”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I just want to look pretty for you, Mal,” I admitted while nuzzling the side of my head into his chest. It didn’t take long for him to direct my attention back to him when he carefully seized my chin and forced me to look at him.
“You’re always pretty. Fucking always,” he enunciated. “You take my fucking breath away every time I look at you, Doe. And that’ll never change.”
For a second time in a matter of minutes, I was speechless.
It was in the intensity of his gaze, the rawness of his voice that had my eyes shaped into little hearts.
Then on a ragged, emotional breath, I leaned forward until our foreheads were pressed together.
“You take my breath away too, you know?”
A low laugh rumbled out of Mal as he pulled me in closer.
“Good, now let’s get you home and in bed for a few hours before I take you out.”
Sounds more than perfect with me.
After a few hours in bed, cuddling, sleeping, and being awoken to a hot, wet tongue eager to pull an orgasm from me, I finally decided it was time to get ready. Though Mal seemed reluctant to let me go, he eventually did but not before kissing the life out of me.
“I’ll be downstairs,” Mal called out from behind me as I waved a flirty hand over my shoulder in acknowledgment.
He growled in response.
He’s cute when he’s grumpy.
Walking into the bathroom, I quickly hopped into the shower. Lathering myself up in soap, exfoliants, shaving cream, I made sure to scrub down every square inch of my skin.
The everything shower.
Once I was satisfied I had cleaned myself thoroughly, I stepped out onto the bathroom mat and wrapped a chunky towel around my sopping wet body. With my makeup bag already out onto the counter, along with my haircare products, I started to get to work.
