Page 87 of Leave a Mark
When their bodies stilled, and their lungs demanded recovery, Lee panted above her and brushed a stray lock of blue from her face.
“That was…incredible.”
Wren managed to nod. She was glad she wasn’t alone, that it had touched him, too.
And then she did something she’d never had a reason to do. She revealed. “Incredible doesn’t quite cover it,” she said, her voice shaking a little as she felt herself step out on a limb. “It was… life-changing.”
Her reward was immediate. Lee’s smile — and it was a killer smile — overtook him.
“Yes. It was.”
Wren drew in a deep breath, and Lee shifted above her. “I’m crushing you.”
She shrugged. “Only in the best possible way.”
Lee laughed and pushed himself up on his hands. Even though she was completely sated, the sight of his muscled shoulders and chest above her made her swallow, and she absently raised a hand and let her fingers trail down his torso.
Lee’s smile lit with mischief. “You’re trying to kill me.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Only in the best possible way,” she said again, and he tipped his head back and laughed with her.
He lowered himself down and brushed his lips against hers. “You’re fun." He pushed himself up again. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
And then, gently, he pulled out and moved off her. Even as she watched his perfect backside retreat toward the bathroom, she shivered. The sunlight coming in through his windows had softened, and the house had cooled.
When he returned to her, she had wrapped her arms around herself and curled onto her side.
“Are you cold?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “Here.”
Lee reached up under his pillows and pulled down the sheets. “Get in.”
They hadn’t bothered to get under the covers yet, but Wren did not hesitate to slip into them now. She was cold, and she was also very aware of her nakedness. But, as soon as Lee got in bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, her sense of ease returned.
He nestled her into the crook of his left arm, and she rested her head against his shoulder. Apparently, this didn’t satisfy him. Lee reached down under the covers and hooked her knee with his right hand and placed it over his hip, cinching her closer to him.
“Close enough?” she teased.
The left side of his mouth lifted. “Well, now that you’re here, I don’t want you to get away,” he said, running his hand over her hip.
In response, she traced a finger through theT-shaped patch of hair on his chest. Wren didn’t want to be anywhere else, but she’d used up all her courage withlife-changing, so she hoped he could read her mind.
Still, the silence stretched between them, and she felt he was waiting for her to say something. “This feels nice,” she whispered, and, at her words, Lee’s body relaxed a little.
Was he that afraid that she’d sleep with him and then head for the door? Wren bit the inside of her lip. It wasn’t as if she’d never donethatbefore. She’d done it more times than she cared to admit.
Could he sense that about her?
“What are you thinking?” he asked, bringing his hand to her face and brushing back her hair again.
Wren held her breath for two seconds and grasped for the opportunity to change the subject. “I’m sure my hair is a crazy mess right now.”
At that, Lee narrowed his smiling eyes and scrubbed her hair wild. “I fucking love your hair.”
“Then you like messy.”
Lee shook his head. “Not messy. Natural."
And Wren laughed again. “My hair is blue and ink black. Not very natural.”
