“Harder!” I’d never had orgasms inside before, and it felt like my walls were pulsating, tightening around him to a tipping point, and I was almost there. “Harder!”
“Fuck!”
He was losing the fight against control, and so was I.
I came around him with a cry that could shatter glass. He pulled out at the last second and jerked himself on my ass, cursing and grunting. The sound came from deep inside of his chest.
If I wasn’t still spiraling from what he’d done to me, the noise alone would have sent me over. My skin felt so sensitive, like a touch would bring me to my knees, and my chest burned.
Little by little, breath by breath, the real world was coming back to me.
The sound of the shower. The scents of it. The feel of the tiles against my palms.
I went to stand but was unsteady on my feet. Big lifted me up and kept me pressed against his chest. He rocked me in the shower for a few seconds, like he was hearing music, before placing a kiss against the slowing pulse in my neck. I turned my face some and placed a kiss on his lips. His eyes narrowed for a second before they became hooded again.
He grabbed for the soap and started washing me clean.
I all but melted in his arms.
CHAPTER11
Leonora
We werequiet as we dressed after the shower. It wasn’t awkward, but there was something different between us. Something that felt new and, quite honestly, frightening.
I knew he felt it too. He’d never been this quiet before.
Maybe he was rethinking the entire arrangement.
Good. Because if my knees hadn’t been so weak from what we’d done, I might have tried to run.
He gave me a look through the mirror, like he’d heard my thoughts, and shook his head subtly.
That was freaky too. How easily he could read me. I’d never been a closed book, but I only opened to people I trusted, and those were few and far between.
I sighed and tried not to stare at his sculpted chest as he pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. “Do you happen to have a blow dryer?”
He touched a bunch of drawers and they opened at his command. A variety of female products—and a blow dryer—were housed inside, still in boxes.
He shrugged at the look I gave him. “Lidia—who sees to my penthouse—thought you might need all those things. She left most of it in boxes in case it’s not your taste. Said she’d donate the rejects and then buy whatever you want.”
“Did Lidia know about the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash I use at home too?” He had all of them in his shower.
He ran a comb through his hair. “I like the smell of it.”
“You do?”
“Reminds me of Greece.”
“Ah.” I found a nice hairbrush Lidia had bought for me and used it to comb through the tangles in my hair. “Aphrodite. It’s all starting to make sense.”
He didn’t comment on that, just told me he’d meet me in the kitchen. Yeah. He was totally rethinking this thing between us.
“Aphrodite?”
I turned with the blow dryer box in my hands. “Yeah?”
“That ring on your finger—it’s not there just for decoration. It means something to me. And when something means something to me, I take it fucking seriously. There is no slipping through the cracks with me. I’ll catch you every time.”
