Page 55 of Cruel Embers
He crawls beside me, and I hand him the rest of the water and lay back, staring as he chugs it down and sighing when it's all gone.
“You want me to go and get some more?” he asks, about to get back up. I shake my head, and he puts the empty glass on the other bedside table.
I close my eyes, my body completely sated.
His fingers trail over my inner wrist. “You good?”
My gaze lands on him, resting his chin in his palm, leaning on his elbow.
“Yeah, you?” I ask.
He smiles. “I’m better than good.”
I don’t know why his honesty surprises me, maybe because whatever preconceived notion I had about him when we first met is nothing compared to the man before me.
We both fall silent, staring at one another before I speak again. “I’ve never had that many before.”
I glance down at his pecs and then back to his face. He’s really fucking ripped.
“Orgasms?” he questions, with a devilish smirk.
I nod, but for some reason, I’m feeling embarrassed, lying here stark naked. The intimacy of pillow talk is one of the hardest things for me, always has been.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but…”
He wiggles his eyebrows at my words, and I slap his chest, but he catches my hand and tugs me closer, kissing my nose, and I can’t help the small gasp of air that leaves my mouth.
“But what?”
“You’re good at it, likereallygood at it.”
His thumb rubs on the inside of my wrist. “What can I say? I get off on pleasuring my partners. I’m what you might call a sensualist.”
And then I feel his erection pressing against my thigh.
“I can’t help it. You turn me on,” he admits.
I swallow and nod, not knowing how to respond.
He falls back, taking me with him, my cheek resting on his chest, as his strong hands stroke up and down my back, causing me to shiver.
“You cold?” He shifts and grabs my cover and pulls it up to my shoulders.
I can hear his breathing even out, and my eyes grow heavy.
“Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll get out of your hair,” he says, his voice languid. We never talked about what would happen after. It’s not like we planned this, but I realise I don’t want him to go.
Moving my leg, I hook it over his, and his other hand reaches out, squeezing my thigh.
“You don’t have to. You can stay.” My voice breaks on the last word.
“If you’re sure.” He sounds just as vulnerable as I feel.
“Yes.”
He kisses the crown of my head, and I allow myself to relax. Even though I need to pee, I don’t have the energy to move, and I like being in his arms.
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