Page 73 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

What is this?

Once he’s cleaned me up and removed my makeup, he leads meback to the bed, pulls the coverlet back, and gives me a gentle push into thecoolness of the sheets.

Let me take care of you.

He said it when he was eating me out like a starved animal,but the way he’s actually doing it breaks something inme. Emotion swells inside. All the searching and settling over the years feel like a distant memory under his attention. All thetimes I wanted to feel special and got a dick pic instead, or got called a bitch by a strange man because I didn’t respond to hisvulgar DM—those times fade because this was what I wanted all along.

To feel this special. This considered. This wanted andrespected.

“Will you stay?” I ask, my voice low and a little shaky. Theoral was fantastic, but this…this is something else.

“Do you want me to?”

Not trusting my voice with more words, I simply nod andwatch as he removes his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them in achair in the corner. His body is like a machine, but warm and gleaming andtaut, his muscles seemingly rippling in places other men never even hadmuscles. He crawls in behind me, pulling me close. My back is pressed into hiswide, smooth chest. And though I feel him semi-erect against my backsidethrough his briefs, he makes no move. When he tucks his head into the crook ofmy neck and lays a kiss there, I reach behind me and cup the back of his head.There’s no way two weeks will be enough. Not with this man. So many thoughtsswirl in my head, and despite the jet lag and exhaustion, I’m staring into thedark unblinkingly, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

“Kira,” he says after a few minutes of easy silence,splaying his hand possessively over my belly. “Baby, go to sleep.”

And as if my body knows something I don’t, it obeys.

Chapter Twelve

Naz

I wake up alone to sunshine, fresh linen, andTakira’s scent all over me.

That woman will be end of me. I’m not an asshole.I’m considerate to the women I sleep with, sure. But to defer sex altogetherand only ensure their pleasure?

Defeats the purpose.

But her pleasure was my only purposelast night.

Glancing over to the empty spot where she should be, I dragmy hands over my face. She probably thinks I have some kind of daddy-littlegirl thing because I basically tucked her in and put her to bed after oral.

“You did everything but read her a bedtime story.”

I’ve never felt that way. I just wanted to take care ofher—for her to feel like she was my priority. Because she was.

My dick strains against my briefs, giving me an angry whatabout us poke.

“You’ll get yours when you get it,” I mutter, my handdrifting down and into my underwear. I could take the edge off now, but do Ireally want jizz all in Takira’s sheets when shecomes back to bed?

Where is she?

A faint sound from the bathroom draws my attention. Is sheokay? The door is ajar, so I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to makesure she’s not seasick or having any discomfort from the food last night.

“Kira?” I ask, pushing the dooropen a little wider and poking my head in.

“Seriously?!” she hollers from the toilet, her expressionone of horror. “I’m peeing in here.”

I should back out…or I could have a little fun. I lean intothe doorjamb and cross my arms across my chest. “I was so far up your pussylast night I tasted your heartbeat, but you’re self-conscious about me seeingyou pee?”

“It’s not the…” She closes her eyes and draws in a deepbreath. The scarf she tied over her braids last night is askew, and it’s theonly scrap of material on her whole body. She collapses her long legs at theknees, I guess so I don’t see what I’ve already seen andtasted. She grips the sides of the toilet, and her breasts hang freely.

“One tit is bigger than the other,” she says, cocking onebrow. “But I’m sure you know that by now with all the staring.”

“From what I remember last night, I love them equally.”

“You actually didn’t bother much with my breasts.”