“You, too.”
“Dinner is in an hour,” Cece calls as we leave the room.
“This bed is huge.” I bounce a little.
“It’s not very comfortable, though.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too big and cold.”
“I’ll keep your bed warm.” My eyes widen at my brazen comment. “I meant like warm with my body heat, not sexually, and now I made it worse.”
He chuckles and pulls me in for a quick kiss. “I know what you meant, and I’d be happy to have you in my bed either way.”
“I’ll be happy to be there.”
“Perfect. I’ll move all your stuff here tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!” I gasp.
“Too soon?” he asks, and I shrug.
“Give me some time to get used to this humongous house first.”
“I suppose I can wait a few days.” He gives me another kiss so I can’t protest. “Let me show you the bathtub.”
21
LEX
I can’t seem to keep my hands off Rory.
During dinner, all I wanted to do was pull him into my lap and brush my nose in his hair. I constantly find my hand in his, or on his shoulder, low back, waist, knee, thigh. Basically, I’m all over him, and after years of not kissing anyone, it seems like I can’t get enough of his obscene lips.
“Why don’t you brush your teeth before we get into bed?” I’ve already gotten him into one of the many new pairs of pajamas I bought for him. He was so excited to see them. And if he was excited by that, just wait until he sees his side of the closet.
“Can I nurse before bed?” he asks shyly.
“I need you to.” I squeeze my pecs to check, and Rory watches the movement.
“I want to.” He smiles widely at me and practically jumps up and down.
“Okay, rabbit.” I hold him still, so I can kiss his head without getting my teeth knocked out. “Go.” I turn him toward the bathroom.
When I gave Rory the house tour, he didn’t seem too impressed with all the fancy things I’ve filled my house with, but more with the character. The marble tile, the original wood floors, and the crown molding were big hits with him, but nothing got more of a reaction from him than the bathtub.
I’ve been updating this “mobster mansion” as Rory called it, but I don’t like contractors in my space, and I can’t stand the mess and noise. So it’s been slow going. Maybe that’s a good thing, and I could ask Rory to help me. I’m sure I could use more color in my life.
“I’m ready, Daddy.” He practically bounds out of the bathroom.
“And eager,” I tease and pick him up.
He sighs happily and buries his face into my neck. He groans. “You smell amazing.”
“Thank you, rabbit.” I set him on the bed, and he bounces on his knees.
“Can I help you?” he asks when I reach to take off my tie. I smirk.
