I was wrung out, boneless, unable to do anything else other than stare up at him and bask in the afterglow of something that felt like more than just sex.
He reached out and carded gentle fingers through my hair. “Okay?”
Was I?
“I don’t know,” I whispered, searching for a way to describe how I felt flayed open and yet complete at the same time. “That was…”
Amazing.
Mind-blowing.
Terrifying.
“Perfect,” Rys answered, leaning down to kiss me.
Yes.
Perfect.
Whatever else I felt at that moment paled into insignificance because he was right. Itwasperfect.
After cleaning us both up, Rys lay on his back and tugged me close.
I fell asleep in arms that held me together when otherwise I might have shattered into a hundred pieces. Because now that I’d had this, had him, how was I ever going to let him go?
* * *
I woketo the early morning sun streaming through curtains we’d left open last night, fully expecting to find myself alone.
I wasn’t.
The warm, heavy hand gripping my hip made me smile. The hardness pressed against my arse made me push back into it, arching my back like a cat.
Soft laughter tickled the back of my neck. “Morning.” Rys slid his hand from my hip and palmed my cock. “Thought you’d never wake up.”
“What time is it?” I hadn’t realised he was already awake. I glanced out the curtains again. Maybe it was later than I realised.
“Ten—”
A loud rap on the door interrupted him, and I had a good idea who that was.
Fuck.
Way later than I’d thought.
Rys let go of me and rolled onto his back. “That’s Max, isn’t it?”
I sat up, sheets bunching at my waist, and glanced over at him. “How can you tell?”
He tapped his nose.
“Really? From all the way in here?”
He laughed, the smile splitting his face, making him seem so much younger. “No. But you’re going to talk to that fae today, right? And Max has always had the worst timing.”
I looked at him, then at me, then back towards the front door when whoever it was knocked again. If it was Max, there was no way I could hide what we’d done. Even with a shower, he’d be able to tell.
“I better let him in before he breaks the door with those meaty fists of his.” I got up and grabbed a clean pair of joggers and a T-shirt, pulling them on as I headed for the door.
