“Are you OK?” he asked finally. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “That was nice.”
He rolled off my body with a chuckle. “Nice, did you just say it was nice?”
“OK. Maybe that is not the right word,” I admitted. “I don’t think I have the word for what that was.”
His laughter died, replaced by an easy silence as he pulled me back into his arms and pressed my head against his rapidly beating heart. His fingers trailed through my curls.
“Good. I will be speechless over all the adjectives in the world. And just so you know,” he whispered quietly, as I snuggled into his chest and his fingers continued to play with my curls. “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either.”
Chapter Fifteen
Alexei
I woke up to an empty bed and the sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. My hand reached for her before my eyes had even opened, but came back empty. The sheets were still warm, though, and her sweet scent still perfumed the air.
Wherever she had gone, she hadn’t been gone long. Throwing up an arm to cover my eyes from the light, I called for her. “Amy?”
Nothing answered me but silence. Frowning, I strained to hear her. Where was she? The whole house seemed to be silent.
“Amy?” I called again, and this time there was a hitch in my voice. Where the hell was she?
Like she had heard me, the bedroom door opened, and she appeared, her curls messy around her heart-shaped face. A tray bursting with food was balanced in her hands, but I barely noticed it.
She was wearing the shirt I’d discarded last night, and fuck, if it didn’t look amazing on her. I eyed her shapely legs hungrily.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly, a blush creeping up her throat to stain her cheeks. “How did you sleep?”
Silently, I watched her move towards me.
“I thought you might be hungry, so I made you breakfast.”
Tearing my eyes away from her, I glanced at the tray. “You made me breakfast?” I asked in shock. “The staff—”
“Are still asleep. It’s very early,” she said quickly. “I didn’t want to wake them, and anyway, I wanted to do something for you.”
I blinked at her in surprise. “You wanted to do something for me?” I asked dumbly.
“Yes.” Self-consciously, she twirled a curl around her forefinger. “To say, um, thank you for last night.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed, and her blush deepened. It was almost ludicrous that she thought she had to thank me for that.
“I know it’s silly. If you don’t want to eat—”
She trailed off, placing the tray on the bedstand. The second she did, I caught her wrist between my fingers. “It’s not silly, Amy,” I said gently. “It’s incredibly sweet. But you don’t have to thank me for last night.” Giving her arm a small tug, I pulled her onto the bed in front of me. She curled her legs under her, making the shirt rise higher on her thighs. My eyes didn’t seem to want to look away.
“I think last night was mutually pleasurable, right?” Lying a hand on her slim thigh, I let it slide up to disappear under my shirt. “I seem to remember you enjoying yourself.” I licked my lips to hammer home my point and was rewarded by her cheeks turning scarlet. “Is that a strawberry?” I asked innocently, changing the subject.
“Yes,” she answered in a rush, her face as red as the fruit she reached for. “Do you like them?”
I didn’t answer her, catching her hand. I drew the juicy fruit to my lips and took a bite. “Yes, sweet.” My eyes clashed with hers. “But still not as sweet as the taste of your pussy, Amy.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips fell open in a little sigh that hit me somewhere in the stomach.
“Taste.” Pushing the fruit to her lips, I watched as her mouth closed around it, and all I could think about was how those lips would feel wrapped around me.
