Her lips close around my fingers and she sucks them clean, lids hooded and glassy, the orgasm zapping her of energy.
Gently I lift her, cradling her against my chest and unlike back on the street, she doesn’t fight me. Her head lands against my shoulder as I carry her to the bed, laying her down onto the mattress.
Her sleepy eyes watch me for a moment, fighting sleep but when I step back, they fall closed and by the time I’m finished up in the bathroom, she’s passed out cold in the bed.
Chapter Twenty-eight
I should have heeded my own warning.
Letting him have even an inch will be my ruin.
I’m pretty much naked in our bed, makeup still on, hair a mess and there’s an unmistakable ache between my legs. It’s been a while since a man has been anywhere near me and I’m certainly feeling it now.
What did I do!?
I can’t even blame alcohol for my behavior. Stifling a groan so I don’t wake him, I glance toward him where he lays next to me. There’s space between us despite there not being a wall separating our sides, and even in sleep, he’s fucking delicious.
Asshole.
Slowly, and quietly, I climb from the bed, wrapping an arm around me to cover my naked breasts and tiptoe toward the bathroom. My cheeks heat as thememory of his fingers working through me shoves itself to the front of my mind. Fuck it felt good, to be touched like that, to be caressed and looked after, his skilled fingers using precision to bring me up that peak I was more than happy to fall right off of.
But it shouldn’t have happened. It crossed a line.
Maybe I can pretend it just never happened.
I jump in the shower, washing away the traces of makeup left on my face and give my hair a good deep condition before I brush my teeth and sneak back out of the bathroom.
Malakai still sleeps but he’s rolled onto his front, one leg kicked out from the sheets and arms buried beneath the pillow. It’s actually kind of adorable, with his sleep mused hair and sheets tangled all up around him. I figured he would have been, a sleep on his back and don’t move kind of sleeper, he just gives that vibe, but I guess I was wrong.
I dress quickly in a pair of sweats and oversized hoodie before I flee from the room and follow the smell of coffee wafting up from the kitchen.
I’ll go into the hotel again today; I have some calls I want to make for the event, and I need to try and coordinate the last minute changes I decided to put into place after I’d looked over the plans.
It’ll be a grand evening, full of all the magic winter can offer. Sure, it’s a little later than I would have had it, but it is still winter, so it’s fine.
I greet Louis with a smile and slide onto the stool after I’ve fixed a coffee.
“You’re positively glowing!” Louis comments with agrin, eyeing me.
“What?” I blush, “No I’m not.”
I swear if he mentions some weird after sex glow myth to me, I will actually die.
He quirks a brow as if he knows but thankfully keeps whatever comment he wants to say to himself.
I don’t make conversation today, just accept the breakfast he makes gratefully and eat in silence, wondering just how last night happened.
It was the dancing and the playfulness in the car. It was the way he held me because my feet were hurting and gave me his coat because I was cold.
Shit. This is bad. Very bad.
Once I’ve finished my breakfast, I clear away my dishes and make another coffee, sighing as I take a sip but then I hear his steps and my spine stiffens, my stomach swirling with butterflies.
He stops in the doorway, eyes finding me immediately, “Did you really cut holes in the toes ofallof my socks?” He says in way of a greeting.
Oh shit. I forgot I did that.
I hide my smile behind the rim of my mug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
