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“Yougood?” she asked.
Hesat down on the bed beside her and shrugged. “Meh.I’mokay.”
Herheavy-lidded eyes flew open and she threw a pillow at him. “Ass.”
“Ah, so she can dish it out, but she can’t take it.Isee how it is.”
Theylocked eyes and both started laughing again, laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes.
Andthen they were kissing.Softand unhurried.Sweet.
Shebroke the kiss, her forehead resting on his shoulder.Normally, this was the part of the evening where he’d say thank you, that he had a great time, that he hoped she enjoyed the rest of her trip, and that he should get going because he had work in the morning.Buttonight, he didn’t want to.Hecouldn’t imagine walking out right now.NotwithRosalieall sex-drunk and sated cuddled into him.
Butdid she want him to stay?Thatwasn’t a question he was used to weighing.
Shepeered up at him, her brow creased.Uncertaintyflashed in her eyes. “Ihope you’re not expecting round two right away, becauseIneed a minute.”
Hewas unprepared for the relief that slammed into him, and he kissed her forehead. “Luckyfor you,I’mcloser to forty than thirty, andI, too, need a minute.Ortwenty.”
Shegrinned at him, and he could’ve sworn he saw relief in her eyes too.
Jackhad never felt like this after sex before.Normally, once the main event was over, he experienced what he thought of as an emotional refractory period.Hewanted to be alone, almost wanted to forget that the night had even happened.Whichsounded cold and dickish, and maybe it was.Butit was the truth.ButwithRosalie, he felt sated, yes, but that need to withdraw, to distance himself from what he’d just done…it wasn’t there.
So, he laid back on the bed and pulledRosalieinto his arms because it felt right.Natural.Unfamiliarand foreign, but good.Very, very good.Shesnuggled into him, inhaling deeply.
“You’regood ifIstay?” he asked, needing the reassurance.
“Yeah,” she said, lifting her head to meet his eyes. “Definitely.”Shekissed a path across his pecs, nipping at his collarbone. “I’llbe right back.Ijust need to use the bathroom.”
Henodded and released her.Hehadn’t realized how tightly he’d been holding her.Asthough some subconscious part of him had been loath to let her go.
Ten
Rosaliestared at herself in the bathroom mirror, a wide grin stretching across her face.Herhair was an absolute disaster, a wild mess of tangles around her face.Hermascara was smeared, streaked down her cheeks.Herlips looked swollen, and she could see a faint bite mark emerging on her shoulder.
Shelooked well and truly fucked.Feltit too, a dull but almost pleasurable ache settling between her thighs.Notonly had he fucked her hard and deep, but he’d done it with the biggest dick she’d ever seen in her life.Frankly, it was a miracle she could still walk.
Andshe wanted more.
Hergrin spread.
Sheused the hairbrushAutumn—Jack’ssister, which was sort of weird to think about, but, hey, small towns, right?—had given her, one of the makeup wipes to clean up her ruined mascara, and splashed some water on her face.
Steppingout of the bathroom, she swung by the mini-bar and snagged two bottles of water, tossing one onto the bed besideJack, who looked absolutely, adorably wrecked.He’dpulled his underwear on, leaving the rest of his glorious body on display.Hereyes roved over his broad shoulders, his thick pecs, his arms that were roped with muscle, down to his abs.Nexttime, she wanted him on top, so she could see those abs in action as he moved inside her.
Shelet out a small whimper, and realized she was rubbing her thighs together.
Jackpushed a hand through his dishevelled hair, leaving it standing straight up in one spot, and then took the bottle of water with a grateful smile.Hecracked it open and drained half of it in one go.
Howwas it possible for a man to be so charmingly adorable but also so…perfectly masculine, all at once?
“Youknow,Iwas a bit worried you might be down for the count when you ate it,” she said, gesturing to the floor where he’d toppled over.Helaughed without an ounce of embarrassment.
“Nah, it’d take more than that to keep me from you.”Hetook another long pull on his water.
Hiseyes dragged over her, her nipples tingling in response.Thiswas normally the part of a hook up where she kicked the guy out—politely, of course—but she wasn’t going to kickJackout.
Shedidn’t want to dig into what that meant.Probablyjust some kind of residual oxytocin from the killer orgasm she’d had.
