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“Fucking hell, you’re so damned hot.” I thrust into him again and again, desperately turned on watching him wring out the last bit of come from his cock. When he collapses back onto the bed, I let go, slamming into him once more before my muscles clench, lights exploding behind my eyelids, and I spill deep inside him.
As my thrusts slow and I remember how to breathe, I fall forward, trying to keep my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush him. Jocelin brushes the hair out of my eyes with his long, slender fingers, and smiles up at me for the first time since I arrived. “Hi.”
I huff out a laugh, still trying to catch my breath. “Hi yourself.” I lower myself over him and kiss his neck softly, the salty tang of sweat mixing with the warm scent of his skin. “I’m gonna move, sweetheart. You ready?”
Jocelin nods and groans as I gently pull out, then roll to the side. He hands me a few tissues, and I clean up, sliding out of bed to toss everything in the trash. When I lie back down, I reach for him and pull him against me. He slowly strokes my arm with his fingertips, seemingly peaceful and content. I kiss the side of his head, breathing him in. “How are you doing?”
Jocelin hums. “I’m good. Better than good. I knew we would be incredible together.”
The sexwasincredible. It certainly seems to have put him in a better state of mind. “It was very good.”
Jocelin stifles a yawn. “We could try for great.”
I yawn sympathetically and chuckle. “Maybe we could try in a little while. Say, after a quick nap?”
“Mmm. And maybe some food. I’m hungry.” He stretches and rolls onto his side, pulling me around him like a blanket. I grin and slot my arm protectively across his chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Gunnar. Thank you for coming.”
Burying my nose in his hair, I kiss the back of his head. “You needed me. Of course I came. And I’m glad I’m here too.”
With a little sigh, Jocelin goes completely slack against me, and a few minutes later, his breath evens out. With one final kiss to his hair, I settle him against my chest and follow him into sleep.
19
Jocelin
Istretch,feelingworldsbetter than when I first got home. Strong arms tighten around me, and I grin like a fool, snuggling back against Gunnar. The room,mybedroom, smells like him and sex, and I’m ridiculously pleased about that. I slowly open my eyes and gasp, scrambling back into Gunnar. “Damn it, Dracona!” I press my hand to my chest and suck in air as my cat perches regally on the mattress next to me. Her steely blue eyes stare disdainfully in my direction, judging, and finding me lacking. I feel the rumble of Gunnar trying to stifle his laughter and smack his hip. “It isn’t funny! She scared the life out of me.” Though now that the adrenaline rush is ebbing, I do see some humor in the situation. I roll over and press my face into his chest, placing small kisses across his skin as I suck in lungfuls of his scent. “What time do you think it is? Poor baby is probably starving.” My own stomach is making demands for food. Gunnar softly kisses my forehead, and I slip my arms around him and squeeze. “Thank you.”
He brushes my hair out of my eyes and smiles at me. “You’re welcome. You okay? You had me worried.”
Cautiously, I poke around the bruised spots of my emotions and consider how I’m feeling. “Yeah. I’m actually better than okay.” It’s surprising but true, though Gunnar looks unconvinced. “Really. I’m still upset about what happened, but the shock has worn off. Now I’m more pissed than furious.” I know Gunnar wants the details of what happened, but I’m not quite ready to talk about it. After I texted him, I called Astrid to give her and Blake some forewarning in case Victoria tried to go around Alistair and Nando. Then I called my parents, who asked a ton of questions that I was in no mood to answer. I kept the conversation short, and I probably should call them back and fill in the details, but that can wait. “Mon chéri, I promise I’ll tell you everything. But later. Okay? Let me just be here with you and enjoy the feel of your skin against mine and your arms wrapped around me.”
Gunnar squeezes me tighter. “Not a problem. Letting go of you isn’t something I’m ready to do yet.” He cradles me against his chest and kisses my hair. “Except your cat is giving me dirty looks.”
I sigh, disgusted by Dracona’s dramatics. “I suppose I should feed her.” Though the last thing I want to do is leave this bed or the warmth of Gunnar’s body now that I have him here and naked. My stomach growls again, and I give in. “We probably should feed ourselves, too. How do you feel about Indian? I can call and have some delivered.”
“That sounds good.” Gunnar’s arm is still draped over my side, his hand slowly caressing my back.
“Gunnar, while that feels absolutely wonderful, and I encourage you to continue this later, if you want me to order food, you’re going to have to let me get up. The phone is too far away to reach from here.” I wait a moment, but Gunnar doesn’t let go. Grinning against his shoulder, I give him a little nudge. “Gunnar?”
He grumbles and holds me tighter. “I don’t want to let you go. I like it here, and you’ll be so far away over there on the other side of the mattress.”
I laugh. “I did notice you’re quite the snuggler.”
“That a problem?”
I kiss his chest. “God,no. I like it. Very much. It makes me feel safe. And cared for.” And I could get very used to it.
“Good. Because I like falling asleep with you in my arms and waking up with you still there.”
Dracona lets out a loud, highly displeased meow, and I groan. “Yes,ma reine. You’ve been very patient. I’m getting up now.” With a groan, I extricate myself from Gunnar, who reluctantly releases me so I can sit up. I give him a quick peck on the cheek and grab my phone. “What do you want from the restaurant?”
“You pick. Just please, nothing ‘I’m trying to kill you’ spicy. I like a little kick to a meal every now and then, but really spicy food doesn’t like me at all.”
I grin. “So on a scale from one to ten, with ten being ‘I’m trying to kill you,’ how hot do you like it?”
Gunnar wraps his arms around my waist and hauls me closer, nipping playfully at my hip. “Are we talking sex or food?”
Laughing, I swat at him and roll to the bottom of the bed. If he keeps touching me, my resolve will crumble and we’ll end up starving with an angry cat, and neither of those things would be good. “Both.”
