"Forget it." She throws her hands up. "I changed my mind. I'll keep it and take you to the cleaners." I don't suppress my smile.
"Shall we unpack then?"
"I suppose." She walks up and down the hallway. I give her a minute to figure out there is only one bed. "Pierce!"
"Yes, dear?" I call back.
"There is only one bed." She comes back out.
"I know." I let out a loud sigh. "You cuddle and attack me in my sleep, but I can deal with it." I expect a denigration or a smart-ass remark, but I get something even better.
"Fine, but I want nightly orgasms." Tinsley heads back down the hallway.
"Orgasms imply more than one," I point out. "I'll be collecting."
No smart-ass response comes back at me, letting me know she more than wants them.
Happy wife. Happy life.
Chapter Nineteen
TINSLEY
When I open my eyes, I see a wall of chest, covered in tattoos. I have my head resting on his shoulder, my body plastered to his side. One of my arms is draped over his stomach, and one of my legs is tangled between his.
Pierce has his arm around me, resting on my back.
How did I get here? I don't recall going to bed. I thought I had lain down for a second to play on my phone after I'd unpacked a few boxes. Sure, I should have left my stuff in them. The same as I'd done at my parents, but I was bored and needed something to do. It's not because I have plans to stay. I might be giving this a go, but—Pierce breaks into my thoughts.
"Morning, my little spitfire." I lift my head to meet his gaze. He flashes me a charming lopsided smile that gives me all the warm and fuzzies.
I want this to work. It wouldn't be hard waking up to this each morning. I just don't see how it could. We're from two different worlds, and I'm self-aware enough to know I can be a lot. Even when I try to tone it down. I have terrible self-control. I’m quirky and fly by the seat of my pants. He may find it adorable now, but I’m sure eventually it will wear on him.
"When did I go to sleep?"
"You passed out around nine." His hand runs up and down my back. "You had a big night the other day. I'm sure your body was playing catch-up."
"I've had a big week."
"You have. How are you feeling about that? You're still fighting it." I sit up, sliding over to straddle him on his lower stomach.
"I'm kind of fighting it," I tell him honestly. "This is a trial run. We'll see how it goes, and if you even want to stick around here."
"Bought a house."
"You're filthy rich. This house didn't dent your bank account. It’s a drop in the bucket for you.”
"Fair." He runs his hands up and down my thighs. I still have my leggings on from yesterday.
"But we need to talk about you lying to me." I give him a pointed look, or I try to, the same one my mom often gives me.
"I never said I was a lawyer."
"Not that. I was owed two orgasms last night and… nothing." A sexy grin spreads across his face.
"I thought it best not to wake you, but now that I know I can—" I let out a small scream when he flips me, pinning me under him. "I'm more than willing and happy to make it up to you."
His hands have mine pinned over my head, and they're locked around my fingers. I'm so going to fall for this man. He checks all these boxes in my mind I had when it came to what I would want. He's also shown me other things I'd want after experiencing them with him. The man does handle me quite easily and completely unbothered. Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him still.
