But…
I didn’t have it in me to give a shit about inopportune timing.
Not when that orgasm made me believe in the fuckingdivine.
Not when we were both so very alive.
Not when he carefully laid me down on the bed.
And not when he gently tended to me, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a small, wet towel that he swiped over my forehead, then pressed between my legs.
For such a large man, his actions were infinitely tender, and I didn’t mind being treated like a fragile piece of glass because Iwassensitive and he made it clear that I was his to care for.
I also noticed he liked that he’d filled me full of his cum.
I liked it too.
I wantedmore.
Of him.
Of that.
Ofus.
God, my sanity had clearly left the building when he’d sent me through the stratosphere with that orgasm.
“Àncilu?” he prompted after my silence extended for far longer than I’d ever been in his presence. Hell, I knew I talked in my sleep so I’d probably had a conversation with him on the damn plane.
Not that that was embarrassing. At. All.
I blinked at him in answer.
“I’m clean.”
That should have come as a relief to me, but I didn’t particularly care. Well, okay, I did. The nurse in me was grateful I didn’t have chlamydia. But… yeah. It didn’t matter. Not when I could feel him. Wet. Warm. Deep inside. The nurse knew I made that up, but the woman, the freakin’ cavewoman, just savored his presence.
What it might mean.
What Iwantedit to mean?—
“I run health checks on myself every month. You know, so I don’t screw up my findings.” That was the opposite of reassuring. “And I don’t, haven’t, you… I haven’t slept with anyone for a very long time.”
Back to blinking at him, I rasped, “Stan?”
Hand gently making circles on my stomach, the very opposite of soothing because I was pretty sure what he’dgivenme was a breeding kink—was that contagious?—he paused. “Yes,duci?”
“Do you want to see me again?”
I’d have bitten my tongue off before I asked Brad that. But Stan…
His fingers stilled. “We discussed this.”
Damn straight we had. “Do you want to see me again?” I repeated.
“Naturalmenti.”
Naturally.
