Page 39 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Ha, you wanna talk about wounds? I can hardly walk,” I scoff.
He catches my hand in his and kisses my palm. I scowl grumpily at him. He kisses the inside of my wrist and my will to resist starts to melt.
“Stop that. Until I get a hot shower, touché pas mon chat.” I snatch my hand back and push him away as he sits up.
He laughs, his head tilting back as he does, and I can’t help but admire how handsome he is. “Parlez vous Français?”
“Non. I just know how to say, ‘Don’t touch my cat.’” I grin when he shakes his head, his cheeks crinkling with humor. “What?”
A slow smile spreads across his kissable lips as he falls backward on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. “You are... something I have never encountered before.”
“Pffft. Well, I hope that’s a good thing,” I volley back at him, before snatching the bedsheet to my chest. Next thing I know, I’m hauled up against a hard, bare chest.
His cock grazes my hip as he turns me, concern pinching his brows. “I will not apologize for our love making last night?—”
“Love making?” My heart flips. We are practically strangers. Is he serious?
His eyes darken and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “Yes, woman, did I stutter?” He lets me go and gets out of bed before jerking his jeans on. He turns toward the door. “I will go see about some pain killers for you.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet of you.”
He snickers. “No, it isn’t. I plan on fucking you again tonight, and we, my dear, are taking the grand tour of the castle today. I don’t need you limping around like a weakling.”
“You cannot be serious,” I say, my jaw dropping, ignoring the little thrill that goes up my spine.
“On the contrary, my darling, I take the welfare of you and your pussy quite seriously,” he says, just before the door closes on his way out.
“Wow.” I head back to bed, unable to keep a smile from my face.Meet Prince Charming everyone. Except Prince Charming is a dick.
A few minutes later, I whine dramatically when he keeps insisting on taking care of me. I suppose I should be more grateful, but it really is embarrassing. “This is humiliating.” I glance at his unbuttoned white shirt, at his drool-worthy chest. Nope, not doing it, look away.
I have never been this sore in my life. Muscles are hurting in places I didn’t know existed, and here I thought this shit only happens in romance novels with Duskwalkers or blue aliens that have dicks down to their knees.
“Aubrey, so help me,” he growls, and the sound makes my nipples tighten in response.
My insides feel like they’ve been pulverized, but somehow, he still makes me want more. His tone is gruff as usual, but the way he rubs soft circles on my back, like he’s been doing for the last hour, gives him away. My closet softie.
My stomach flips—he’s notmyanything.
“Open your legs.”
“Fine.” Doing as he asks, I shake my head, wondering how it is that I am currently living in a fairytale castle, with a sex god between my legs, applying a warm cloth to my snatch.
“What would you like to do today?”
I stare up at the ceiling and sigh. “Cuddle?” The one dreaded word every man will run from, but he asked. I’m done with telling men what I think they want to hear, and I really could use a cuddle.
He kisses my forehead and there goes my heart. “Very well, cuddling it shall be, but you will eat soon. It’s almost lunchtime.”
I’m surprised he agreed to it!
I prop myself up on my elbows to look out the window, but the curtains block out all light.Wait, what?
“Lunch? What time is it?” I move the blankets around, looking for my phone, but don’t see it anywhere.I know I didn’t see it in the bathroom, so I thought I brought it with me to the bed.
“It’s a little past noon.”
I start lifting pillows in my desperate search. “Have you seen my phone?”
