Page 394 of Hell Hath No Fury
He’d been a freaking rockstar the last few days, keeping up with all the demands of my heat and the uncontrollable needs of my body. Some of it felt like a haze, which might have been due to the feverish temperature of my body.
But finally I could open my eyes and instead of rolling onto Remy to ride him, all I wanted was to find a bag of frozen peas to shove between my legs while I laid on the couch and curled up with my e-reader.
Our bedroom smelled like sex and… sex. I needed to open some windows and air the space out.
I glanced around the room.
And I also needed to clean.
There were abandoned cups and empty bottles of water scattered around, as well as food wrappers and empty bags from popcorn and chips. And… when the hell had we ordered a pizza?
My cheeks flamed as I thought of a shifter showing up to our house to drop it off and smelling the pheromones inside our house because there was no way to miss them.
I sat up and groaned as my stomach clenched. I wasstarving.
The second I made a noise, Remy’s eyes opened and he reached for me, his hand curling around my thigh. “Hey.”
I gave him a small smile. “Hey back.”
Awareness trickled into his eyes and he scrubbed a hand over his face, more than a little stubble shadowing his strong jaw. “How do you feel?”
“Sore, I admitted with a wry laugh. I pointed across the room. “When did we order pizza?”
He frowned and followed my gaze. “Two nights ago? And we didn’t order it; Rhodes dropped it off on the front porch and texted me it was there. I went down and got it when you were sleeping… and then youweren’tsleeping.” He smirked at me.
Groaning, I leaned back against the headboard. “I’m not sure if I should apologize or not for the last few days.”
Remy scoffed and scooted over to use my lap as a pillow. “There was a minute I was worried you might’ve broken my dick, but I think we handled that pretty well.”
I laughed and scratched my nails lightly along his scalp. “I need a shower,” I muttered. “I stink.”
He snorted. “Not even close, babe.”
“Rem, I haven’t showered indays,” I pointed out, wrinkling my nose.
He smiled against my bare thigh before nipping it lightly. “I love the way you smell.”
“Like sex?”
“Likeus,” he corrected. “And if you weren’t sore, I’d probably fuck you again for even implying differently.”
My vagina might’ve been in pain, but his words were exactly what my heart needed to hear.
He chuckled as my stomach let out another unhappy rumble, and then kissed my leg before pushing himself up and looking at me. His dark gaze dropped to my breasts and then between my legs before lifting back to my eyes.
I scowled. “No. Unless your dick is made of ice, it’s staying away from me for the foreseeable future.”
He lifted a brow, a little concern in his eyes. “Defineforeseeable future.”
I wanted to give some flippant answer and say something like until my next heat cycle, but I really loved my mate and Ireallyloved sex with him.
“Twelve hours?” I mean, it was probably realistic.
He grinned. “Deal, babe. How about I go make you something to eat and you take a shower?”
“Damn, I love you,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss him quickly, my mind already on my shower and all the products I wanted to use on my hair and skin. Still, I waited for Remy to throw on a pair of sweats and leave the room before attempting to get up.
With a groan, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up, hobbling to the bathroom. I gazed at the massive soaker tub with the jacuzzi jets and vowed that once my shower was done, I was soaking in there for a few hours.
