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We get rid of the rest of his clothes together, and then I follow the dusting of hair starting under his navel with my fingers, until I reach the base of his cock. I pump my hand twice before letting him go, and he bends, hooking an arm around my waist, hoisting me right in the center of the bed. He’s so strong, and his arms feel so good around me. He kisses me with so much heat that my legs shake. But there is tenderness in his kiss too, like I matter to him just as much as he matters to me. He kisses and touches every inch of my skin, and I do the same with his body. Eyes pinched shut, I feel the mattress shift, Alex moving away, then hear foiled being ripped. By the time I open my eyes, he’s moving on top of me. He’s sheathed himself already.
He positions his tip at my entrance, and as he slides inside, inch by delicious inch, he laces our fingers together. He brings his mouth to mine, our tongues twirling together while our bodies move together, perfectly in sync.
I don’t know if every sensation is magnified because my body is still strung together from the orgasm, or because he’s making love to me as if I’m his lifeline, the single most important thing in his life. I cherish every second of it, memorize every detail: the scent of his skin, the sounds he makes, and all the emotions he stirs inside me.
When I feel him widen inside me, I flex my inner muscles, wanting to squeeze him good, to make this as delicious as he’s made it for me.
He goes over the edge, taking me with him. Letting go of my fingers, he cradles me in his arms until my pulse regains a somewhat normal rhythm. Then he moves away, taking care of the condom quickly before returning to my side. He holds me to him until I fall asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Summer
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound jolts me awake. I blink, frowning at the unfamiliar bed and room. Then I see Alex, lying on his belly, deep asleep.
Oh no, no, no. I broke the golden rule of one-night-stands. Thou shall not fall asleep in the other’s bed. Granted, the man wore me out last night. But that’s no excuse for my breaking the one-night stand code. As silently as possible, I climb out of bed and go about finding my clothes. My cheeks burn as I find them tossed around the room. Please, don’t let him wake up before I’m gone.
Though I haven’t had any one-night stands before him, twice I mistook weeks of dating and one night in bed as a relationship, but they informed me of my naivety before the sheets cooled.
But Alex and I agreed on the same thing last night. How embarrassing!
I take one last look at him before heading to the foyer. God, he looks so deliciously lickable, with his entire back and half his ass on display. He holds the pillow tightly under his head, and I remember those arms holding me just as tight last night, as if he didn’t want to let me go.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Alex, are you in here?” I freeze in my steps, halfway through the foyer. The sounds that woke me up were knocks at his front door.
“Mr. Westbrook?” the voice asks even louder. It belongs to one of the younger boys in the group. Well, now I’ve done it. How the hell am I supposed to get out? There is a large window I could escape through at the back of the bungalow, but my two experiences with window climbing as a kid made a lasting impression on me, considering I twisted my ankle both times, and knocked out a front tooth the first time.
I refuse to risk maiming myself during my walk of shame. Which leaves me... nowhere.
I swallow when Alex appears in the foyer, already wearing jeans and a fresh shirt, his eyes small with sleep.
“Why are you hiding in the foyer?” he asks. Ayayayay. I realize I was holding onto the hope that maybe he’d want last night to be more than a one-time occurrence. Which is more than a little foolish.
“There’s someone outside... and I don’t know how to get out.”
“Oh yeah. That’s Bobby. I promised him I’d sit at his table at breakfast today. Seems he thought it safest to get me.” He motions with his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”
“Umm... he might get the wrong idea if he sees me here.”
“Okay, then I’ll go with him, and you can stay here and close up. Give me the card at breakfast.” He checks his smartphone. “We don’t have that much time left.”
“I’ll skip breakfast today. I need time in the morning to make myself presentable.”
“What are you talking about? You look perfect.”
That brings a smile to my lips, and my heart might just have skipped a beat, though I’d deny it to my last breath.
“My hair is out of control.”
He twirls a strand between two fingers. “Like its owner. You’re a wild thing, Summer. After last night, I won’t be able to look at you the same way.”
I feel my cheeks burn. “Don’t leave Bobby waiting. Go. I’ll find you later and give you the card.”
“I’ll bring you muffins.”
