“I’m gonna need longer than that.”
Silence turned to her soft, even breaths.
Then I was out, too.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
LET’S MAKE IT WEIRD
LUNA
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Or in the bed that’s too hard.
Or whatever the fitting storybook cliché is.
I blinked a few times to clear the sleep from my eyes. It didn’t do a lot of good. It was still pitch-black in the room.
Unlike the nosy-ass blonde intruder from the tale, I was in my own bed. Or rather, my loaner bed. But I wasn’t in it alone.
Rhys was there.
His naked body partially under my naked body.
Even in sleep, he couldn’t stop from gripping my thigh. His other arm was stretched behind me so he could cup my ass.
An ass that was, as mentioned, naked.
Because we’d had sex.
Sex.
With Rhys.
I waited for the freak-out to hit.
It wasn’t about the fact it would only be the once. Don’t get me wrong. That was devastating. If the one time had been mediocre or even just good enough, then I could’ve moved on with a fond memory. But it had been incredible.
Earth-shattering.
I’d never come like that before. Not even with myself, and I was a damn attentive lover. I’d also never had someone take the lead like Rhys had. I’d had guys try, but their poser bravado gave me the instant ick, and there was no coming back from that.
No coming at all, actually.
Others waited for me to take charge. To make the decision. To order them around.
There was no coming there, either.
With Rhys, there was a perfect balance. He took the choices out of my hands while also somehow making consent part of the foreplay. It’d been sexy. Fun. Wild.Intense.
I wasn’t sure any sex would ever measure up. He would forever be the dick that got away in my origin story.
But I knew what I was getting into. I accepted the terms. After all, one night of amazing sex was better than always wondering what-if. I refused to regret anything.
Even when it came to my work and the risk I’d taken.
Just flirting with Rhys had violatedsomany rules.
