When the amazing spasms finally began to subside, Stefan kissed me.And kissed me.And kissed me.“There.”He kissed me and smiled.“Do you think the doctor would approve of that?”he asked with a short chuckle.
I smiled and laid with the back of my head on his shoulder.“I'm not sure.Maybe you should call her again and ask?Tell her it's another emergency.”
I wasn't sure if I was pushing it too far or not.But when Stefan let out a loud laugh—I laughed, too.
“Fuck, I missed you, Francesca.I missed your body.”His hands lightly moved over my breasts and the still-throbbing spot between my legs.“But I also missed this.”His hand slid up over my breast, up my neck to my jaw.He turned me and took my lips.“Your lips.And that stubborn fucking mouth of yours.”His tongue completely took over my mouth, and I had no choice but to let him.I kissed him back and shifted slightly.His hardness dug into my back more now.I let my hand wander between us and grab hold of him.
Wow.
He was—hard.
Rock hard.
I squeezed him—but only for a brief second.
Then Stefan's hand grasped my wrist and pulled my hand off.“No, this is just for you.I'm fine.”
I shook my head and sighed.“Why?That's not fair.And you're—” I didn't finish my sentence because I didn't really know what to say.
“I'm good.Just lay down and let me hold you.”He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me.
I wasn't sure why he refused the promise of an orgasm—however that came.But I was honestly exhausted.I wasn't sure what time it was—here or back home.All I knew for certain was that I was ready for bed.
I did what Stefan asked and lay against him in the tub.Surrounded by bubbles and warm water.It was like being in our own little cocoon.
A while later—I couldn't say how long because I'd somehow drifted off to sleep—the sound of Stefan's phone buzzing woke me.He ignored it, and I let my eyes flutter back closed.
Then the phone buzzed again.This time it didn't stop.
“Fuck,” he said and rubbed my arms.“Let me up.I should get that.Maybe it's the delivery from the doctor.”
I nodded and scooted forward.He got out, taking a good part of the bathwater with him.He grabbed a white towel and dried off quickly.Then he pulled on his pants—minus the boxer briefs— and slipped on his socks and shoes.Then he picked up his discarded shirt and slid it on without doing the buttons up.
After he left, I noticed the bubbles had nearly disappeared.And that was when it occurred to me that if I stayed in here, he'd be able to see all of me.Including my bruised ribs.“Crap,” I said to myself and decided it was time to get out and get dressed before Stefan came back.I maneuvered out of the tub and grabbed one of the fluffy white towels.They were soft and—warm.I'd heard about towel warmers, but I'd never seen one before.“Nice,” I said, wrapping the towel around me.I'd just barely gotten it secured when Stefan stormed back in.
Yes.
Stormed.
Gone was the generous, selfless man who'd just left here moments ago.
And back was someone completely different.Stefan held a white paper bag in one hand and a box of something in the other.“What the fuck is this?”He held up what looked like a morning after pill box.It had Italian words on it obviously.But it still looked familiar.I'd seen many boxes on my sister's dresser over the years when we were growing up.
“Um, the morning after drug?I think.”
Stefan's eyes narrowed, and he popped out the pill and dropped it on the floor.“Do you know what I think of this shit?”His heel came down hard on top of the pill, and he crushed it to dust on the bathroom tile.
Yikes.
Yeah.
I guess now I knew for sure exactly what Stefan thought of the morning after pill.
“And what about these?”His hand dug into the bag, and he pulled out another box.He opened it and yanked out a familiar-looking blister pack.My sister had been on birth control pills since she was fourteen.I'd seen many different brands of them over the years.Even though I'd never used them myself.
“I'm guessing those are the birth control pills I decided to start?”I shrugged my shoulders and tried to act like this wasn't affecting me.But it was.My knees were shaking, and I hoped he couldn't tell.I didn't imagine he would, though.It must be difficult to see anything through his blind rage.
“You decided?”he yelled at me.“You fucking decided?”He enunciated every word slowly and methodically.“Did you ask me what I thought?What I wanted?”
