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I turned and dragged her into my lap. “Sorry for the scare.”
“It’s okay. That would be a disaster.”
“Right. A disaster.” I tucked my chin into the space between her neck and shoulder.
She patted my arm. “Much as I appreciate the after sex moment, I’m dying in this dress.”
I laughed. “Shower and food.”
“Yes. That sounds amazing.”
I lifted her into my arms and headed for the en suite bath. It was far safer than the alternative.
Even if a part of me tried not to wish it were different.
Chapter 17
Sydney
I lied.
One more lie.
I was not on birth control.
Locked in the bathroom, I ran a shaking hand through my hair. I couldn’t even do a one-night stand right.
One day?
Hell, I didn’t know the protocols at all.
Even here, I screwed up. In the mirror, my hair was a tumble of knots and wild curls. My neck was pink from his scruff and lips and teeth.
God, his teeth.
That tongue.
I bent at the waist. The careening pleasure hangover was tainted with the reality of my situation. Couldn’t I have one thing for me?
A pregnancy hadn’t even registered in my brain. This is exactly what I got for being impulsive with how much I wanted to touch him. How he made me feel special and whole. Like I was someone worthy of feeling connected to.
“Duchess?”
“Just a second,” I called out.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, definitely. I just need to get cleaned up. Why don’t you reheat our food?”
“On it.”
Relief left my legs wobbly. I stumbled over to the shower and quickly cleaned off the sweat and aftermath of our—lovemaking felt wrong. It was more like touching a circuit and whatever it was between us made our bodies light up. We could have powered an entire coast.
God, there was so much pleasure.
Pleasure beyond anything I’d ever felt.
It was probably just because I’d been touch starved for so long. The last man I’d been with had been less than memorable.
