I stare into her eyes as she looks up at me, filled with curiosity. I can’t tell her it would be her. I can’t spoil this intimate, but lighthearted evening with something so deep and intense.
“I’m not sure,” I shrug. “But I do know that the right company makes all the difference to the mood, to the adventure, to everything.”
This makes her nod vigorously. “That is something I wholeheartedly agree with.
“It must be weird having me staying with you,” she says quietly.
“How so?”
“Well, you are so used to being alone, to just getting on with your day without someone else to consider. Now, I’m here, and it’s like this whole other responsibility.”
I can sense she is talking around something else. Something else she wants to say or something she’s thinking but can’t put into words yet.
“Mm. No. It’s not weird. Different, yes, but not weird. And it doesn’t feel like a burden of responsibility or anything like that. I’m rather enjoying having my own little pixie to take care of.”
She narrows her eyes at me with a cheeky, challenging grin on her face.
“Stolenpixie,” she says, but without a trace of annoyance in her voice.
“Indeed. Stolen and locked in my castle. My own little treasure,” I smirk.
“Well, just be careful,” she warns me. “Pixies don’t tame easily.”
I stare at her for a moment, my entire soul caught in the glimmer in her eyes.
After a long time, I shake my head. “I don’t want a tame pixie,” I whisper. “Why would I want to take away the fire that makes a pixie so special in the first place?”
Izabel looks surprised by my remark. She frowns, then smiles softly. My heart is beating faster than normal. But before the moment can become anything more than that, she lets out a long, tired yawn, including a tiny little squeal as she stretches her legs out in bed. Then she snuggles right up against me again and closes her eyes.
I wait, my heart beating in a steady rhythm. Excited, enticed, eager to see if tomorrow will bring more of this closeness or something else.
Izabel’s breathing softens. Her body melts against mine.
I tilt my head down and kiss her forehead.
“Goodnight, little pixie,” I whisper too softly to disturb her.
Chapter 14 - Izabel
In the morning, I wake up with a smile on my face and the heat of his skin against mine. My back is curved against his chest as I lie snugly tucked against him.
I shouldn’t be here. Obviously. I should be protesting this and demanding to be let go. I should be fighting to go home and trying to escape this…this man.
But here I am, snuggled against his perfect body, wrapped up in his strong arms, breathing in his masculine scent and utterly lost in it all.
I stretch my legs out and arch my back as I yawn softly, trying not to disturb him. Last night I slept better than I have in a long time, and the dreams were endless. I wish I could remember them now, but I do remember them being good.
He doesn’t say anything to let me know he’s awake, but his arms tighten around me and draw me closer to his chest. A low, deep moan vibrates from his chest up against mine as he pulls from sleep into the real world.
He lets out this satisfied sort of grunt, and I giggle.
“Good morning,” I whisper in response.
My body is humming against his, remembering all the amazing things he made me feel last night. Images of the shower flash through my thoughts, and I smile.
It seems he has the same idea as he wakes a little more, and his hand drifts slowly down my body. His cock is already hard against my ass when he nuzzles his face into the curve of my neck and kisses my skin, sending goosebumps dancing over my shoulders and down my arms.
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