“Absolutely, yes.”
He got up, pulled me up, and he, I, the cats and dog walked to the main house.
We saw no Prue, Chassie or Christian on our way.
We went right to his room.
And I was glad.
It felt like coming home.
After round one, and before a hoped-for round two, I lay pressed to Battle’s side in his bed.
He was on his back.
While he traced random patterns on my hip (and, of course, my ass), I was tracing the same through his perfect chest hair on his equally perfect chest.
My eyes caught on the tennis bracelet I hadn’t taken off since he’d put it on.
This man noticed the tiny prongs of white gold on the earrings my mother gave me.
This man was becoming everything to me.
So I wanted everything from him.
“At the risk of ruining the atmosphere…” I trailed off.
He clasped my ass and gave it a squeeze. “I’m naked with you in bed after having you,” he announced unnecessarily. “Nothing could ruin the atmosphere.”
Oh yeah.
This was a man who would notice those tiny prongs.
This man was everything.
I pushed up at the same time I partially covered him so I could look into his eyes.
No surprise, his hand stayed on my ass while I did this.
“I’m taking us into the getting-to-know-you-better department,” I shared.
He smiled wolfishly. “I thought we’d already accomplished some of that.”
I smiled back, but replied, “Non-sexually, honey.”
His smile turned to just being his lips curved up before he invited, “Hit me.”
“Your mum and dad.”
That was all I said, and I expected he’d at the very least frown, but he just sighed.
However, since I started it…
“The girls told me he was very traditional,” I said. “And Tempie said he was an ass. She also said he had other women.”
His brows knit, and with them, the mood finally shifted to what I’d expected it to be.
“Do you worry it might be like father, like son?” he asked.
