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“Think we can go a whole morning without your mom calling this time?”
“Shhh!” I exclaim, causing him to laugh. “She’ll hear you.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. His hand slides down my hip, over the curve of my ass until he’s gripping the back of my thigh. He hikes my leg over his.
“Let’s do breakfast in bed,” he suggests. “We don’t have to be downstairs until noon, and I’m not ready to share you yet.”
“Okay.”
He gets up, not bothering to cover up. God, he’s got a great ass. He heads over to the small desk where he left the room service menu last night and gives it a cursory glance, then picksup the phone. Before I can argue, he’s ordered half the menu again, along with a pot of coffee and chai for me.
“I could have just told you what I wanted.”
He shrugs, already heading back to the bed. “Yeah, but that would have taken up too much time. And I have things I need to do.”
“Oh?”
His grin is positively wicked.
My stomach flips.
It’s unreal how much I want this man.
Last night, we were naked for hours. After the bath, we took a shower where he got me off with his fingers and then his tongue. When our skin was finally pruny and clean, we wrapped each other in fluffy white towels and dried our hair. As soon as we left the bathroom, I pushed him onto the bed and showed him he wasn’t the only one who looked good on his knees.
We went on and on like this for hours, but we never had sex.
It was like he was saving it.
Or savoring us.
He lifts the covers and slips in beside me. His body is ridiculous. Hard, lean muscles wrapped in an array of black ink that are simply mesmerizing. I don’t have a moment to worry about morning breath or bedhead because he’s already cupping my jaw and kissing me like I’m perfection.
He definitely makes me feel that way.
“I want you,” I say.
I feel his grin against my lips. “I’m right here.”
“You know what I mean.”
He pulls back, and his eyes sparkle with amusement. “I don’t, actually. You need to be specific, Cupid.”
I really wasn’t sure I believed him at first when he said he liked it when I told him what I wanted, but the way he’s lookingat me now with such intense heat in his eyes makes me know he’s telling the truth.
He really gets off on it.
It makes me feel powerful.
It makes me feel sexy.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Holy shit, did I really just say that?Judging by the wolfish grin spreading across Hendrix’s face, I’d say so.
The hand that’s resting on my hip starts to roam, sliding down the curve of my ass. The metal of his rings feels practically chilly on my heated flesh as he gives it a hard squeeze. “With my fingers?”
“No.”
