She laughs. “If we try to ‘conserve water,’ I’ll never get clean.”
“I’m an excellent washer.”
She laughs harder. “You swear we’re only going to wash?”
“That’s the objective, but you might get ideas and make some other demands. Since I’m an agreeable husband, I’ll probably indulge you.” To be honest, I feel so good right now that I’d probably say yes to anything she wanted. I used to think that it was stupid as hell when men just gave women whatever they wanted after sex, because I’ve never, ever felt like saying yes just because I got laid. But sex with Luce is beyond satisfying. It’s like getting fed a gourmet seven-course meal.
And I want more.
“I’m starving, though,” she says.
“I have an idea for some extra protein…”
“Stop. I’m talking about a real meal. Like tacos.”
I smile. “Perfect. That’s my middle name.”
“What?”
I must’ve said it too seriously, because she’s looking like she can’t decide if she should believe me or smack my shoulder for making a joke. “I’m just kidding, although it could’ve been.”
“How?”
“You said you were hungry. So why don’t you go get ready, and I’ll tell you over some good Mexican food?”
“Deal.”
She levers herself up and goes out. I watch her, licking my lips. Does she know how hot she is, walking off while disheveled from sex with me?
I sit up, thinking about how to get her back in bed later. Living under the same roof isn’t enough.
I should move into her room. If she’s not one hundred percent into it yet, that’s fine. I can start sleeping in her bed one night at a time.
Chapter 21
Lucienne
I barely recognize myself in the mirror. Cum streaks my torso, and my hair is amess. Swollen lips, red marks on my skin… Are theyhickeys? Oh yes, they are. My face is still flushed from half a dozen orgasms that nearly broke my mind.
I look…debauched. It’s a word I never thought to associate with myself. Men simply don’t do this to me. I don’tletmen do this to me.
But with Sebastian, I not only let him, I begged him for it.
And to be honest, I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to do it again after I get some food in my belly, despite a little soreness between my legs. What happened to the nice, staid Lucienne?
Still in shock, I step into the shower and turn on the spray. Hot water drenches me instantly, washing away most of the evidence of our time together.
The thing is, he makes me feel safe. I adore the way he looked at me, like I’m somebody deserving of loving attention. I can’t remember the last time a man did that.
Actually, I don’t think anybody’severdone that. I only mattered when I served a purpose—as the heiress my mom created to placate her father, the would-be CEO who strived to meet my grandfather’s standards, the daughter who could give Roderick and his other children what they wanted, the fiancée who could further a man’s career and ambitions.
Sebastian was sweet just because. He was playful in the car just because. He gave me orgasms just because. He looked at me with such warmth in his gaze just because.
There was no expectation that I do something to earn any of that from him.
It’s exciting and confusing. Scary, even.
Does he have feelings for me? Maybe he actually likes me?
