Chapter 17
Melinda
Ididn't sleep, but I felt great. I had adrenaline coursing through my body, making me feel like I could take on the world right now, but there was only one thing I wanted to take on, and he was six feet two inches tall, had the body of a god, and a mouth I never wanted to stop kissing. How could I when I saw him jerking himself off, moaning my name? Mine! And his cock? Huge. It was intimidating, just like the rest of him. I watched it too. I watched the entire scene play until he hit his climax, and my erotic movie was over.
I shouldn't have watched it.
I didn’t regret a thing. It was… it made me…
I wanted more.
How was I going to face him? I just need to act naturally.
“Ow, crap!” I stubbed my toe when I walked around my bed and fell over, smacking the floor with a hard thud.
Rocket barked—more liked screamed—and the door flew open, and I heard Chris chuckle.
I hit my head against the hardwood and huffed. “Shut up. Don’t make fun of me.”
He helped me up, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the tip of my nose, making my eyes go-round with shock. “No more of that. Are you okay?”
“The bed hit me, but I’m fine.”
“Beds, don't hit people.”
“Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.”
“You're cute,” he pushed a strand of my hair out of my face and grabbed my hand. "Come on; there's something you need to see.”
I knew what I wanted to see.My eyes fell to his ass and how the jeans curved out from how muscular his globes were. I wanted to squeeze his ass. Just once. One little squeeze.
“Look,” he pointed out the French doors.
I placed my hands on the glass, ignoring how cold it was, and I stared at the beauty before me. The windows were frosted over, but I still saw the mountains in the back, though barely, since the snow was falling hard, adding to the foot already outside. It looked like another—enchanted—world.
“Never in my life have I seen anything so beautiful."
“Really? I have.”
I didn't bother looking at him. If he was staring at me, then I'd know what he truly meant…if he meant anything. But it was too early to try to make sense of our relationship to one another. Instead, I kept my eyes glued to the beautiful landscape outside. He stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and placed his chin on my shoulder. “I could stay like this forever.”
I gulped, wondering if he meant standing there and looking at the mountains or standing there while holding me.
“Come on; I made a fire and breakfast. It's ready."
“Oh, a man after my own heart.”
“I sure hope so,” he said, catching me so off−guard that I didn’t watch where I was going and ran into the world.
I held my hand to my head, cursing. I was hoping that I was still asleep, and somehow this was just a nightmare.
“Jesus, Melinda. Are you okay?”
I rubbed the spot on the forehead and winced. “I'm fine. I've had worse.”
“You need to be more careful.” Chris didn’t say it begrudgingly. His voice remained soft as he inspected the new lump on my head. He kissed it, spreading warmth throughout my entire body. “There. All better.”
Hell yeah, it was better. My body was a noodle. I couldn’t feel a thing. But why was he kissing me? Last night after the hot tub, we’d decided …
