“Me too. I’m close,” I warn, feeling the telltale signs of another climax deep in my core.
When he adds pressure to my lower belly with his hand, my eyes cross, causing the image of him to double.Why the hell does that feel so good?Phoenix dips his thumb down to press against my clit, and that’s all it takes. I’m flying, soaring high and fast like a projectile, destined to crash and burn. But I don’t care. All the crashing and burning in the world couldn’t take away from this high, this moment… this man.
I hear both of us calling out and feel Phoenix slam in hard one last time before holding himself deep. The pulses of his release thrum intomy sex, and I close my eyes, riding the tsunami as my entire world shimmers and splinters.
I smile as a mattress appears beneath my body. I’m not exactly sure where it came from, but it’s comfortable as hell, and I sink into it, keeping my eyes closed. Vague recollections of the sex aftermath, as I like to call it, swirl lazily through my brain… a gentle hand washing between my legs, a rubdown with a plush towel, and then a floating sensation. Did I float? I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.
My brow creases, and I push my forty-pound eyelids up and open. Phoenix is there, leaning over me only a couple inches away with a sweet smile on his face, so different from the fierce grimace I saw a few minutes ago when he climaxed with me. Or was it hours? No clue. Everything’s a bit hazy.
“Did I levitate?” I ask, my voice raspy and unfamiliar.
He chuckles, and his voice sounds a little rough as well. “No, baby. I carried you to bed. You were kinda out of it.”
“I was going to say that’s a new trick for me.”
Winking, he grips my chin and presses a kiss to my lips. “I think we both learned a few new tricks tonight. Be right back. I’m going to get you some water.”
He disappears, and I push up on an elbow with some effort. I’m pretty sure he replaced my bones and muscle with pudding.
“You’re a sex warlock,” I announce when he returns, naked and yummy as all hell.
Handing over the bottle of that fancy water from the minibar, he sits on the bed beside me. “I must have gotten my powers from my sex goddess.” I blush, knowing he’s talking about me.
I manage to sit up enough to take a long drink from the bottle. It’s cold and the most delicious water I’ve ever had. Is it because it’s so expensive, or was I just parched from all the… activities?
My eyes roam around the room, seeing his suit jacket draped over a chair and his accessories on the dresser. I’m still in his hotel room. Ireally should go back to mine. He signed up to have sex with me, not having me invade his space all night long.
“I can go back to my room,” I say, handing the bottle back to him. He takes a long swig and eyes me, a little crease appearing between his brows. “I’m pretty sure I can walk now.”On my pudding legs.
When I try to rise, he holds me firm with a hand on my shoulder. “Respectfully, I’m not letting you leave this bed tonight.”
“Respectfully?” I ask, a drop of mocking in my tone. “You didn’t seem so respectful when you said…stuffearlier.” I can’t quite bring myself to repeat the filthy words that turned me on so much. In the heat of the moment, yes. Sitting naked in his hotel room as we share a bottle of water? Not so much.
His wicked little dimples pop against the corners of his mouth. “Made you come until you blacked out, didn’t I?” He takes a very smug sip from the bottle before passing it back as his eyes hold mine. I glug down a long drink of it in an attempt to quell the heat rising in my cheeks.
“I just don’t want you to think thatI thinkthis is more than what it is. Staying all night seems presumptuous."
Phoenix is silent as he opens a bag of cookies I hadn’t noticed before. He feeds me one. The taste of cinnamon and sugar fills my senses as I chew.
“I don’t think anything of the sort, but I…” He pauses as if he’s gathering his words and puts another cinnamon cookie in my mouth. I see a vulnerability in his eyes, something I’m not sure he shows to many people. “I want you to stay, Jordie. We can cuddle.”
My heart does a double back flip in my chest. Hewantsme to stay?
Feigning annoyance, I roll my eyes. “God, you’re so obsessed with me, Hale, but fine.” I flip my hand through the air, the picture of nonchalance. “I’ll stay.”
His elated grin makes the skin over my chest feel two sizes too small. Did it shrink in the steamy bath? Or is it something else?
Something I dare not define.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
My secret revealed
Phoenix
God, you’re so obsessed with me, Hale.
Her words play through my mind. I know she was teasing, but in actuality, she’s not far from the truth. I am borderline obsessed with Jordie McNamara. If byborderlineyou meancompletely.
