“I’ll grow it out for you if you want me to,” Bronson said as he whispered against my skin.
At the way his words played over my skin, I got goosebumps, the best kind.
I shook my head, “No. But thank you.”
His head lifted only far enough so he could lock his eyes with mine. “You sure?”
I nodded, “Yeah, it was your bald head that drew me in.”
“So, in other words, you get drawn in by Mr. Clean?” he teased.
I winked, “Well, since I’m looking up at him... then... yeah.” I teased back.
He growled, “Is that right?”
I snickered, “Oh yeah, Mr. Clean. Think I’ll change your name in my phone.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “For your information, Mr. Clean couldn’t help but look this good.”
I let my eyes trail over his body and let every inch of it gather into the forefront of my mind, and I nodded shamelessly.
He smirked.
The bastard.
Then he pulled out of me and slammed into me over and over.
And when I came, he followed me.
***
We were tangled in my sheets.
My hair was sticking to my body.
His body was sweaty, pressed against mine.
But I loved it.
My head was resting over his heart as we both breathed deeply.
“Don’t ever tell me about anyone who came before me. Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, but asked, “Why?”
“Cause I’ll hunt them down and murder them. I. Don’t. Fucking. Share.”
I grinned, and then his stomach rumbled.
I giggled.
“Think that’s funny, do you?” He asked.
I nodded, then pressed a kiss right over his heart.
“Oh yes.” I teased.
He growled, “Then feed me and I’ll show you funny.”
