My eyes start to get heavy as he continues worshiping me, but before I can fall asleep, Lucas pulls me up to sit. “Let’s get you cleaned.”
He picks me up and walks us into the bathroom, setting me down on the edge of the bathtub. He turns on the sink and runs it until it’s hot and then wets a washcloth. He cleans me meticulously, running the cloth up and down my legs and over my sensitive core until there’s nothing left on my skin.
He lets me use the bathroom alone after he’s done cleaning himself, and we crawl back in bed together, him spooning me just like he was when we first fell asleep.
“I know I said we weren’t doing anything tonight but it’s technically morning,” he whispers as he curls an arm around my middle, stroking my bare stomach.
I place my hand over his and curl my small fingers through his large ones.
“Plus, I had a nightmare…”
He doesn’t elaborate, and I twist my body in his arms to face him. I tangle my legs in his and ask, “Are you ok?”
He nods his head and plays with a strand of my hair. “I am now. It felt so real though. I just needed to feel you.”
“Was it about me?”
He doesn’t say anything for a second but then nods his head. I don’t push him to repeat what he dreamt about but instead, nudge him so he’s lying down on his back.
I lay my head on his chest with my hand over his heart and say, “Let’s get some sleep.”
He rubs his hand through my hair, and I listen to the drum of his heartbeat until I finally doze off, dreaming about standing on the beach with him, holding his hand while a storm in the distance barrels towards us.
Chapter 21
Jordan
Istartle awake to the sound of my cupboards opening and closing. Since my bed has a straight line of sight into the kitchen, I see Lucas rummaging through everything with a slight scowl on his face.
I wipe the sleep from my eyes and start to get out of bed when I realize I’m still naked.
“Good morning.” My gaze snaps to Lucas’ voice and his scowl turns into a grin.
“Morning,” I say back and find my shorts next to my feet on the floor.
I pull them on and then grab my top that made it to the end of the bed.
“I’m not judging, but why is there no food in your fridge or cupboards? I was looking for coffee, but you don’t have that either.”
“I usually get my coffee at the shop,” I tell him as I run my fingers through my sleep/sex-crazed hair.
He nods his head. “That makes sense but what about the food? I wasn’t paying attention when I put the leftovers in the fridge last night. But you only have condiments and some applesand cheese.” He comes over and crowds me on the bed so I’m leaning back on my elbows. “I don’t mind eating you for every meal but at some point, we’re going to need real food.” He leans over me and plants a chaste kiss on my lips.
I bite my bottom lip and he moves back so I can sit upright. I decide to tell him the truth. “I can’t always afford food…so yeah…it’s pretty bare in here.”
He blinks a few times, searching my eyes. He turns around and swears under his breath in what I know is Spanish. You don’t live in Southern California without learning a few things, and I know there was something in there about a son of a bitch.
I stand up and follow him. “It’s not a big deal,” I say, my voice more confident than I feel. Is it embarrassing? Yes. But what else am I supposed to say? This is my reality and he’s seeing it firsthand.
He whips around and takes a step toward me. “Not a big deal? You can’t be serious. Does he know?”
I take a step back and search his eyes. “Does who know what?” I ask, confused by his question.
“Does your dad know?” he growls, his nostrils flaring.
My eyes widen. “Why would my dad know?” I shoot back. My adrenaline must be kicking in because my heart rate is picking up and I’m getting sweaty.
Why the hell is Lucas asking about my dad? I’ve barely mentioned him in all our conversations and for a good reason. We aren’t exactly on speaking terms because he fucked up royally. And I can’t come out and just say, “Hey, my dad is involved with basically a loan shark who is fucking him over, so he’ll always be in his debt.”
