Page 49 of Release Me
It can’t be.
Love is a luxury I can’t afford.
Especially not with him.
Thick black eyelashes sweep over his cheeks as he blink his eyes open. ‘Are you staring at me?’ He reaches for me and pulls me into his powerful chest. ‘That’s kind of creepy.’
I nuzzle my cheek into his pec, the sound of his heart thrumming into my ear. ‘Says the man who claims to be obsessed with me.
‘I don’t claim to be, I am.’ He presses a kiss to my forehead. ‘Which is why your lingerie is in my suit pocket as a souvenir.’
‘Funny,’ I slap his chest playfully.
‘I’m not joking,’ he says solemnly.
‘Well, if that’s true, it probably won’t creep you out that I’ve been sleeping in your t-shirt since I stole it two months ago.’
He sniggers. ‘You have no idea how happy that makes me.’
Today has been the best day of my life. Not just because of all the orgasms. Because of him. After he blew my body apart with his tongue for the third time, we cuddled up on the couch with the rest of the champagne, a blanket, and some Cadbury’s chocolate and watchedIt’s A Wonderful Life. Then we played Clue. Then we ate all the cheese in the house. Then he ate me again. And now, here we are.
‘Are you tired?’ I ask, smoothing a palm over his chest and tilting my face up to meet his gaze.
His eyes fly open. ‘Not too tired to get you off again, if that’s what you’re asking.’
I laugh again then. Something I’ve done a lot of this afternoon. ‘I’m probably not going to be able to walk tomorrow as it is, but thank you for offering anyway.’
His arm wraps tighter around my shoulder.
‘I’d still like to get you off.’
He sighs, ‘I’d like that too, baby, but it’s not going to happen. I told you already, I came here to give, not take.’
‘And you gave and gave and gave again.’ I sigh at the memories.
‘If you go to sleep like a good girl, I’ll wake you up in the best way,’ he promises.
A shiver rips over my spine.
‘I can’t sleep,’ I admit.
‘Why not?’ His lips brush over the top of my head again.
‘It’s too quiet. I usually sleep with white noise on. A meditation or sometimes a sleep story. It’s just so… quiet here compared to New York.’ I wince. In the few months Anthony and I did try to share a room, my need for noise used to drive him mad. It provides the perfect excuse to not share a room when we stay at his family’s house.
‘So why aren’t we listening to one then?’ He smooths his hand over my hair.
‘You don’t mind?’
‘Sweetheart, if you wanted me to listen to Baby Shark on repeat all night, I’d fucking listen to it. I’m just so grateful to finally get to spend the night with you.’
My heart swells in my chest, then splinters.
This man.
He’s everything.
Everything I need.
