“You know what you just did,” I say, propping my chin on his naked chest to look at him. “Now how about we go eat and keep working on our Harry Potter marathon?”
“Oh no, you’re not getting away with that awful attempt at a subject change, even though you just made me work up an appetite. Nice try!” he says, rolling on top of me, tickling my sides playfully. “What did you just cross off your list?”
“It’s nothing.”
“If it’s not nothing, why is it you’re blushing darker than I’ve ever seen you blush before?”
“Fine,” I say, catching my breath, looking everywhere but him. “I only told you about half the list, the PG half. Lacey and Ellie made me add a bunch of other items on there of the R-rated nature,” I manage to get out in one breath.
“When we’re done with this conversation you’re definitely showing me the rest so I can help you cross everything off.”
“So selfless,” I say with an eye roll.
”Such a sassy girl after an orgasm. Was it not good enough? Do you need another one?” he asks, pushing his already hardening length against my still wet core making me moan.
“It was too good.”
“No orgasm is ever too good,” he says, cutting me off in turn.
This one was, I can’t help but think to myself. It was life changing. I’ll never be able to look at sex the same way. Or myself for that matter. I didn’t even know my body could feel that way with someone else. He literally had me seeing stars. He gave me goose bumps yet I felt so hot at the same time. So needy, yet completely fulfilled. Naked and vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt so sexy and confident.
“I guess, I just wasn’t expecting all that, especially not the first time we had sex. And now here I am ruining the moment with all my rambling that you probably couldn’t care less about,” I say, feeling my eyes start to water.
“First off,” he says, tilting my head to meet his gaze with a finger under my chin, “I always care about what you have to say. I love that you trust me enough to share what’s going on in that gorgeous brain of yours. It’s always the highlight of my day. And second,” he says, dropping a soft kiss on my lips, “that was life changing. The first time I touched you, I knew. I knew you were mine. So no, you didn’t ruin the moment, you just confirmed that I’m not the only one who is left feeling completely stripped down yet completely at peace. You sharing that with me didn’t ruin the mood. It made it better.”
This time I can’t stop a tear from falling, which Ian traces away with a feather-light touch, before bending down to give me a kiss. Pouring everything I have into that kiss, I hope that he feels, that he knows, that I’m falling in love with him. That heknows that his words have healed a part of my heart. That with every smile and wink he sends my way, with every push and encouraging word, he’s helping me make my way over the hill that once was my broken heart.
I might say that I don’t want anything serious right now, but I know damn well that there is no escaping Ian Morrison. Ever.
Chapter 25
Hot. Why am I so hot? That’s all I can think about as I crack open my eyes. All I see is a mass of blond hair. Somewhere after round three, we went from me being the big spoon to being a mattress. Smiling, thanking my lucky stars that she agreed to stay over, I push the hair out of my face, tighten my arms around her, making her let out a soft sigh.
This is the life. Settling deeper in bed, I can’t help but think that I am the luckiest son of a bitch out there. I’ll never understand how I was able to get this girl to take a chance on me. I can’t believe that out of all the men on this planet, I’m the one she chose to share her mind, body, and soul with. And now I sound like a sixteen-year-old girl. Speaking of sixteen-year-olds, it looks like I owe Sadie a trip to New Zealand in two years. The little shit. Because there is no way I am letting go of Hannah any time soon.
Next thing I know, two little black paws make an appearance on the side table next to my pillow before she hops onto the mattress, head-butting me for her breakfast.
“Okay, Okay. Enough, Hagrid,” I whisper, attempting to pull myself away from Hannah without waking her up, and placing a pillow under her cheek.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, I grab Hagrid breakfast from the fridge, religiously feeding her on the window sill so she can watch the birds. Giving her a quick rub between the eyes earned me a small bite, telling me to move on so she can enjoy her bird watching in peace. Accepting her cue, I shake my head and make my way to the coffee machine to make some coffee. Before I have everything out, I feel two soft hands wind their way around my waist, and Hannah’s soft cheek press between my shoulder blades.
“Good morning, Pretty Girl,” I say, twisting in her arms and leaning against the counter.
“Good morning,” she mumbles back. Taking in her rumpled hair and sleep-creased face, I see that she stole one of my t-shirts from my closet.
“I see I’ve just lost another T-shirt,” I tease, pulling at the hem of the soft grey shirt. I can’t say I’m mad about it.
“Probably.” She giggles.
Grabbing her by the waist, I push her back until she’s against the kitchen island, picking her up to sit her on top. “I guess that’s acceptable. But only if you spend the afternoon with me.”
”I guess that can be arranged,” she answers coyly.
“Oh it will be arranged,” I correct, bending down to leave a quick, searing kiss on her lips. “Now, you sit here, while I make you the best coffee you’ve ever had,” I say, spinning on my heels back towards the espresso machine.
She sits there quietly as she watches me pull out a fancy glass from the cupboard above the machine, grab the ice molds filled with coffee and the chai infused oat milk I got from the artisanal bakery-slash-coffee shop close to the arena.
“And voila, Pretty Girl!” I say, handing her her coffee with a flourish.
