“Rapture. I think that’s what they call rapture,” I said. “Whatever it was… I’d like more, please.”
His lips quirked in a half-smile. “Now?”
“Not now. After we rest and stuff…”
I sighed and flopped my head on his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat, strong against me. I wanted to give back a whole lot of what I’d just gotten, but all those orgasms had left me limp and floaty.
When I could think clearly enough to focus on the task at hand, and I felt like I could actually work my limbs again, I studied him… laid out next to me, all gorgeous. Then I shifted away from his body a bit so I could see the tattoos that ran down his side, the phoenix swooping down toward his crotch and all the flames.
“Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” he said, stealing the words from my head. When I looked up, his eyes met mine. But he didn’t make another move to touch me.
“You’re so sexy,” I said. “I can’t believe you didn’t kick me out when I made you… you know… bleed.”
He grimaced. “Yeah, well. You’re my dream fuck.” He tossed his free arm over his eyes. “Not kicking you anywhere.”
“What?” I blinked at him. “Did you just call me your dream fuck?”
“Yup. I mean, I’m pretty sure you are.” He peeked at me under his arm and smirked a little. “Haven’t fucked you yet.”
“Um… You’re aware that you’re a rock star, right?”
“If you say so.”
“And you’ve seen allthis?” I swept a hand in the air above his body, indicating his male perfection.
“Your point?”
“Um, nothing.” Holy crap, though. If he wanted me that bad, I was hardly gonna deter him by pointing out all the supermodels he could be in bed with right now. “So… what constitutes Ashley Player’s dream fuck?”
“Look in a mirror,” he said.
Okay. That was sweet.
Did he really mean that?
“I’d rather look at you,” I said, and ran my fingers lightly down his chiseled abs. His muscles flexed under my hand and he groaned a little as he sighed. “I want to enrapture you, too…” I whispered.
But he caught my hand as it ventured toward his dick. “Not happening,” he said, his voice rough with frustrated lust. “My dick’s out of commission, probably for a few days. Hurts like hell right now just being hard.”
I glanced at his dick, and yes, he was definitely hard in his briefs.Straininghard. His cock was tenting the fabric in front, and as I watched, it flexed, hardening even more.
“Don’t look at it,” he said, and I laughed, burying my face in his armpit. I bit him there, lightly, and he groaned. I crumpled against him, snuggling into his side.
“I’m so, so sorry…” I ran my hand up his chest and laid it on the side of his neck, where I could feel his pulse thudding.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled.
“I feel terrible, though, Ashley. I can’t believe I wounded you.”
“It’ll heal.”
I was stroking my thumb back and forth over the pulse point in his neck, lightly, when he laid his hand over mine and stopped me. He groaned low in his throat. “You’re killing me.”
“What?”
“Touching me. You gotta stop doing that.”
“Sorry,” I said again, but I made no move to detach myself from his side.
