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I nodded.
“Rowan?”
“Give me a minute,” I finally managed to force words from my lips.
He laughed. “Was it that good?”
Good was the understatement of the century. That had been…mind-blowing.
“Can we do it again?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. I was breathing heavily and my body was covered in sweat, but I didn’t care.
He laughed. “We most certainly can. Just give me another five minutes.”
“You don’t need longer?” I questioned.
He laughed. “With you? No. Trust me, it won’t be long until I’m ready again,” he wiggled his hips and I gasped, realizing he was still inside me. “Especially if I don’t move.”
I wrapped my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers together. “Don’t move, then.”
“Trust me, if you told me I never had to, I wouldn’t,” he said seriously, brushing my hair away from my eyes. “I want nothing more than to stay here with you forever.”
“And by here, you mean inside me?” I joked.
He laughed heartily. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”
I glanced down at our joined bodies. “I think you’re ready,” I whispered.
“How about that?” He chuckled. “I told you it wouldn’t take long. Now, lie back and let me love you.”
And he did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
chapter thirteen
My whole body was sore, but in the best way possible.
I stretched my toes, pointing them down, then raised my arms above my head. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the floor to ceiling windows. Last night I’d been occupied by more important things and hadn’t noticed any details about the room.
It was painted a medium gray color and all the furniture was black. The bedding was white and fluffy. It was so soft that I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about returning to my own sheets.
“That makes your breasts look more amazing than usual.”
I startled, lowering my arms, as I looked over to see Trent standing in the doorway. A pair of navy sweatpants hung loosely off his lean hips and his hair stuck up wildly around his head from sex and sleep. He held two cups of coffee in his hands.
He padded across the room and climbed into the high bed. “Here,” he handed me the coffee.
I took a sip, unable to contain my moan. “This is delicious.”
“It’s caramel,” he winked.
He leaned back against the mountain of pillows, looking out the windows. His gaze was thoughtful and I knew he was contemplating something.
“Whatever it is, just spit it out,” I told him.
