I feel my cheeks heat, becausewow, so sexy, even as Zan shakes with laughter again.
“And eat,” he adds, brushing hair out of my face.
I look up at him to find him gazing down at me with a look I’ve never seen in anyone else’s eyes.
I think I know, even if neither of us has said the words yet.
I want to just keep lying here with him.
But I also wanteverythingwith him, and after all that I am at once limp and yet somehow also crackling with too much energy to hold still any longer.
I’m made to move.
“You go first?” I ask. “I think I need a few minutes to meditate.”
“And how am I meant to do that?” Zan asks with amusement.
I’m still collapsed on top of him.
Not really anxious to change that, to be honest.
I snuggle in a little more. “Sounds like a you problem.”
Zan shakes with laughter again, and my smile widens.
Feeling that I’ve done that to him is the best feeling in the world.
Well, okay,nowI might have some other contenders for the top prize—
Zan wraps his arms more firmly around my butt and starts to sit up. Reflexively, I wrap mine around his neck and my legs around his stomach, holding on.
He actually laughs out loud then as he stands with me draped around him.
Reluctantly, I let my legs slide down as Zan sets me back on the bed.
Then he’s gone.
Before my stomach has even finished dropping at the sudden feeling of bereftness at his absence, he’s back only a few seconds later, a wet cloth in his hands.
This time I’m the one who cracks up. “You were right. Idoappreciate super speed cleaning.”
Zan flashes a grin at me before kneeling between my legs. I lift my butt up as he pulls my pants down.
My breath catches in my throat.
Even though wejusthad sex, and I hadthreeorgasms, the sight of him kneelingthere, cleaning me up so gently...
Zan stiffens.
He takes a deep breath...
And then he actuallyswears.
Oh my gods, he can totally smell my arousal, can’t he?
Zan looks up at me with his eyes gone black again.
My stomach rumbles again.
