Page 55 of Deking at Love
Shit, had he gone too far?Something about her sent him sailing off the Cliffs of Insanity.“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all,” she purred.
Embedded deep inside her, self-satisfaction sizzling through him, he hauled her upright and cradled her back to his chest, trailing kisses along her shoulder, up and down her neck, relishing the taste of her salty skin as he went.
She sucked in a steadying breath.“Thought we were going to shower.”
His tongue swept out and traced the shell of her ear.“I have this problem when I’m around you.I get distracted, and I forget what it is I’msupposedto be doing.”
Turning in his arms, she wriggled free and rested her back against a different side of the shower.His shrinking dick immediately missed being enveloped in her warmth.
She raised her arms above her head in a pin-up pose.“I think I’m dirtier now that I was before.You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
A salacious grin tugged his mouth.“I’m up for the challenge.”
When they would actually get through the shower, he had little clue … and it didn’t matter at all.
Angie’s stomach rumbled.“Have you got any food in that fancy kitchen of yours?”She sat propped against the headboard beside Sam, wearing one of his Blizzard T-shirts and nothing else, sipping on a vitamin water Sam had fetched from the fridge.
Floating in a state of suspended bliss, she leaned against his solid shoulder, loving the heat seeping from his skin through the fabric of the T-shirt.It stroked her, caressed her, kept that side of her warm.Not that she was cold, but the feel of him was a weighty comfort.Having Sam beside her was like being wrapped in a security blanket.
He chugged his own vitamin water, wiped his gorgeous mouth with the back of his hand, and gave her a lopsided grin.“Sounds like you worked up an appetite.”
“Didn’t you?”Between last night and their latest escapades, she wasn’t only exhausted, she was famished.After they’d finally cleaned up, they’d entered his bedroom damp and naked, and things had ignited all over again.The current state of his sheets was irrefutable evidence of the way they’d burned them up.
The man was a beast, despite an injured ankle that should have hampered him.The way he’d taken her in the shower and later in bed … She couldn’t remember so much strength in one package before.And she loved it.Loved that he could easily muscle her whichever way he wanted, that he turned all alpha when he was rocking into her, that when he lost control, he seemed to lose his mind.And she loved knowing she was the reason.
He picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it between his fingers.“I could definitely eat, and to answer your question, I do have food.There’s this chef who brings meals and fills my fridge.”
“Wow.Living the fancy life.”
“He does it for a lot of the guys.If I were left on my own, I’d do nothing but takeout, which isn’t as healthy and probably more expensive.”He stood and held his hand out to her.“Let’s check the inventory and pick something out.”
She trailed after him in bare feet, admiring the way his gym shorts hung low on his hips and showed off his perfect, square man-butt she wanted her hands on.Her mouth on.As she was pondering getting that opportunity later, she noticed a hitch in his step.
“Are you limping?”
“Nope,” he tossed back easily as he entered the kitchen.She joined him beside the fridge, where he was scanning its contents.As if sensing her next question, without looking at her, he added, “I’m fine, Ange.”
“Mind if I take a look?I promise I won’t lecture.I just want to see.We were pretty … vigorous.If your ankle’s giving you trouble, we can do a mini therapy session after we eat.”
He levered himself to his full height and looked down at her.“A mini therapy session?Sounds interesting.”One corner of his mouth quirked.
She rolled her eyes in answer.
He leaned his elbow on the open fridge door and struck a contemplative pose.“It might have bothered me a little bit, but I have the perfect solution.”
Judging from the twinkle in his eyes, she bet he did.“And that would be …?”
“I’ll tell youafterfood.”
They made a selection he popped into the microwave, and he handed her a bag of salad fixings to put together while he gathered plates, utensils, and more drinks.They talked as they ate side by side, sticking to subjects like their neighborhoods and things to do in Denver.
She forked the last of her greens.“Ever been to the Museum of Natural Science?”
“Nope.I’ve wanted to go, but no time.Maybe we could do that tomorrow.”The comment rolled off his tongue so naturally she almost missed its implication.
Her hand stilled, and she gaped at him.
