Forever with Me (With Me in Seattle, #8)(27)

“Come again, Alecia,” I order her with a firm voice. She gasps and clenches around me. “Again,” I repeat as I push in as far as I can and hold firm. “Now!”

She cries out as the third orgasm takes her over, and I come with her, hard.

Wrecked.

Undone.

Dios, what has she done to me?

When I can breathe again, I pull out of her and return to the bathroom, wet a cloth and when I walk back to the bedroom, I smile when I see she hasn’t moved an inch.

“Did you fall asleep?” I ask softly, and press the warm cloth between her legs, startling her.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up,” I reply calmly. She sighs and lets me finish wiping her clean, and then I toss the cloth on the floor and rejoin her. “How do you feel?”

“Thoroughly f*cked,” she replies with a grin as I push her onto her side so I can slide next to her on my back and pull her against me, her head resting on my chest. I sink my fingers in her hair and watch the blonde strands sift through my fingers.

“Well, you were thoroughly f*cked,” I reply with a smile.

“It was rather unexpected,” she says softly.

“You asked what the Italian home remedy is for sexual frustration. I thought it best to just go ahead and show you.”

“Mm,” she murmurs. I can feel her smile against my chest. “I was so pissed.”

“So I saw.” I kiss her head and take a deep breath of her citrusy shampoo. “You seem to be calmer now.”

“Mm,” she murmurs again.

“It’s going to be a pleasure keeping you on your toes.” I can’t help but smile at the thought.

“Yeah, right,” she replies, and nuzzles her nose against my chest, making my cock stir.

“Just wait and see, tesoro.”

She takes a deep breath and drags her leg up mine, linking them together. Her arm is draped around my stomach and her ear is pressed to my heart.

I’m content to simply lie with her, brushing my fingers through her hair. I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep.

I’m finally in Alecia’s bed, and I don’t plan to miss a moment of it.

“I should go to sleep,” she whispers against my skin. I grin and kiss her head.

“Go ahead.”

She tenses, every muscle in her body waking up, and she lifts her head to frown at me.

“We’re not sleeping together.”

Blow to the gut.

“Excuse me?” I keep my voice even and lift an arrogant brow.

“We f*cked, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to spend the night together.”

She sits up and tries to hop out of bed, but I’m faster. I pull her back onto the bed and cover her body with mine, my face inches from hers.

“We didn’t just f*ck.”

“Yes. We did.” She tries to wiggle out from under me, but I’m much stronger. “Dominic, you’re hurting me.”

Back at you, sweetheart.

I immediately release her and shake my head. My feelings are hurt.

This is new.

I glance back at her to see that she’s wrapped the sheet around her, and she’s gazing at me with uncertainty. Not fear, just as if she’s not sure what I’ll do next.

“I’ll go.” I pull my shorts on and turn back to her. “But I’ll be joining you for breakfast.”

“That’s not—”

“It’s necessary to me, Alecia,” I reply and lean down to capture her swollen lips with mine. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I turn and leave without looking back and stalk down the long hallway back to my own room.

She f*cking kicked me out.

That’s never happened before.

I flop onto my back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I can still smell her, and it makes me wish she were still pressed up against me. I think back over the evening, wondering where things went wrong.

The sex was…

Amazing.

Fantastic.

The best I’ve ever f*cking had.

And I know I wasn’t alone in that. The way she responded to my touch was extraordinary.

But it was when we were cuddled up, ready to sleep, that she panicked.

My piccolo tesoro is uneasy with intimacy.

I feel my lips tip up in a smile, as I realize just how much of a pleasure it’s going to be to keep her on her toes.

Just as she’s keeping me on mine.

And f*ck if that isn’t sexy.

***

It’s early when I let myself into Alecia’s room. She’s still in bed, under the sheets, curled into a ball on her side. The gentle rise and fall of her delicious curves are outlined with the white sheet. Her honey-blonde hair is fanned out behind her on the pillow, her cheeks are pink with sleep, and her rosy lips are parted and wet.

She’s an angel.

I set the breakfast tray on the table beside the bed, tether my iPhone to her wireless speakers via Bluetooth and press play on the new Alecia playlist. It’s full of soft, moody music like Sarah Bareilles and Adele. Unable to resist, I pluck the pink tulip from its vase and slip under the sheet next to her as Adele begins to sing Chasing Pavements. I’m still wearing my gym shorts. I’d rather be naked, but I’m not even sure she won’t scream the house down when she realizes I’m in bed with her.