Saylor giggled and rolled toward me, burying her face in my chest. “Thank you.”
Her words were muffled against my skin, but I heard them all the same. And I felt an answering pang in my chest.
“Pretty sure that’s my line, baby. Thank you, thank you,thank you.”
She murmured something back at me, but I was too tired to focus on the words. I just needed a minute, then I’d get out of her hair.
That was the last thought I had before sleep took over.
Chapter 7
Saylor
I woke slowly and peacefully the next morning. The chirping of birds and the soft sound of the tide lapping at the beach came to me first. I was so warm and happy; I didn’t want the moment to ever end.
And then the arm over my waist flexed slightly.
Oh shit. I wasn’t alone.
Mal.
Or was itDaddy?
I flushed, remembering all his dirty talk the night before. I never thought I had daddy issues. I mean, my dad died when I was two and I called my stepdad by his name, Alan, from day one—even when I was only three years old. He’d never wanted me to call him dad, and Mom hadn’t pushed for it.
But it was different with Mal. It was hot to call him Daddy and seeing how his eyes flared. It felt empowering.Idid that to him.
I did a lot to him last night. Starting with jumping him at the bottom of the stairs. But I loved the way he checked in with me, making sure I was still into everything, especially when he’d doubted it at one point.
But what was he still doing here?
I would’ve thought he’d be the king of hitting and quitting it.
Judging by the hard-on probing my ass, he wasn’t gonna quit me today.
“Mmmm.” His arm brushed against my side and came to rest, cupping my right breast.
My nipple immediately hardened and pressed against his calloused fingers.
I squeezed my thighs together. God, he was so sexy without even trying.
But I was very aware of my very full bladder and no doubt horrible case of morning breath.
So I rolled out of his arms and headed for the bathroom, hoping he was still asleep and not watching my very naked butt jiggle as I walked away.
Judging by his muffled curse, I didn’t get my wish.
He was awake and no doubt regretting his little sleepover.
I couldn’t piece together my emotions. I was so all over the place. Proud of myself for pulling the trigger with Mal. Glad I was moving past Trent and his bullshit. Maybe a little embarrassed over some of the things I said and did last night. Definitely a little hurt over his cursing just now and how he was most likely regretting staying the night.
But I couldn’t control that.
I mentally shook it off, preferring to bask in my awesome sexual awakening instead as I went through my morning routine. I’d usually shower too, but I didn’t feel comfortable taking one with him still here.
After pulling on the complimentary robe, I stood in front of the closed door for a few seconds and debated my options. Take a shower? Go out there and see if he was still here? What if he wasn’t?
What if he was?
