I plaster an easy smile on my face and nod.
“Okay.” He smiles back, then hooks his arm under my knees and pulls me down the mattress. My head falls to the pillow, my side nestled against his front as he drapes my legs over his knees, feeling completely cocooned in his strong, safe presence. I’m also desperately trying to ignore the naked cock pressing against my hip.Holy hell.
“Let’s try this again,” he says sweetly, cupping my face in his warm palm. “Good morning.”
My eyes skip over his face, taking in his steady green gaze, his mouth that seems to permanently have the left side hooked up just a hint, the dark hair covering his jaw. More recentmemories flood my mind of the way that beard scratched at the skin between my thighs.
“Hi,” I manage to squeak out.
“Did you have a good sleep?” His thumb brushes my cheek so tenderly. Is it normal for a man to be so commanding at night and so sweet in the morning?
“I give you a nine out of ten on the snuggle buddy rating scale.”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “A nine out of ten?”
“Well, no one’s perfect.” Even though he might just be one of the few people I’ve met who could be.
He starts to respond, but he’s cut off by the loud rumble of my stomach. “Hungry?”
“I guess so.” I chuckle. “Actually, I’m surprised I’m not more hungover after all that gin.”
He drops a kiss on my forehead and hops off the bed. “Must have been the orgasms.”
I pull the blanket over my head, hiding my blush while he just chuckles. I hear him rustling in his bag, then movement through the room, followed by the tap in the bathroom turning on.
I’ve never had a morning after with a guy. I appreciate that Westley doesn’t make it feel awkward. In fact, I’ve never felt awkward around him. He somehow makes everything feel easy. Kinda like the relaxed feeling I have with Presley, how there’s no need to keep my guard up, act a certain way, not say a certain thing. I wonder what it is about him that does that.
“You getting up, pretty girl?”
I peek over the blanket, watching where he stands in the bathroom in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
“There’s coffee,” he coaxes, then turns back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.
“Phil texted. He and Rachel are already at breakfast,” he says once he steps back into the bedroom, then picks up a pair of shorts off the bed.
“Rachel’s coherent after all that alcohol?” I ask as I watch him button up. The deep teal cotton clings to his thick thighs, and the colour makes his skin look even more golden.
“She’s out of bed,” Westley says, pulling a grey T-shirt over his head. “Phil says she hasn’t actually spoken words yet, but at least she’s out of bed.”
He comes back to the bed, leaning down over me. “So, you have no excuse to not get this fine arse up and join me.”
“Okay,” I say, and I blame the willingness on the two orgasms in less than eight hours.
“Do you want me to wait for you to get ready or meet you there?”
I throw the blankets back and swing my legs over the bed. “I’ll meet you there. I want to check in with Aurora first.”
Westley nods, then leans down to kiss me quickly before heading out the door.
I don’t know how long I sit, staring at the space and trying to get my head around everything that’s happened. My heart starts beating rapidly, and I lay a hand against my chest in hopes of calming it. This man has me confused. Whatever this is, it’s something new. It’s wild and thrilling. I can’t explain it, but it doesn’t feel bad.
I push off the bed and search through the clothes in my bag. It feels cool this morning, so I opt for a plain T-shirt and light blue denim jeans. They’re tight, but they make my arse look fantastic, if I do say so myself, and this morning, I’m feeling pretty damn good.
I check my phone as I wander into the bathroom.
PRESLEY:
Sooooo how was your night?
