Yes. No. "Not yet," I whisper back, turning my head to meet his lips again.
"Damn," he groans, kissing me deeper, his tongue dancing with mine. "You're killin' me."
"I'm sorry."
His mouth pulls away, but his hand squeezes my hip. "It's okay. We'll stop now, before I can't."
"Thank you," I whisper, our lips wandering back to each other’s for a moment. "For being patient with me."
"Thanks for showing me what I can look forward to." He kisses me once more then pulls away and rolls over onto his side of the bed. "Now, go to sleep."
Sleep? How can I possibly sleep now when my heart is racing and my thighs are burning and I have a sudden empty ache deep inside me that he's woken up?
In the darkness, his huge foot rubs up against mine under the covers and then stays there, nestled against mine. It feels nice and oddly affectionate. An unspoken connection.
Rock star husband footsies.
My heart swoons.
Chapter 15
Asia
I'm woken up by the sound of a woman moaning in ecstasy, as if it's the most epic orgasm of her life. I roll over and all I can see is a tangle of long, dirty-blond hair on the pillow next to me. But the sound is coming from his side of the room, and for a moment in my sleepy haze, I wonder if he's got someone in the bed with us.
The woman continues to moan and scream and his arm reaches out to the nightstand, groping for his cell phone. He slides his finger across the screen without lifting his head up and the orgasmic howling stops.
"That's your alarm tone?" I ask in disbelief. "I am not waking up to that every day."
Rolling onto his back, he eyes me sleepily, while his telltale naughty grin curves his lips. "That could be you, baby."
"I have never made sounds like that. She sounded like a cat being tortured."
"I bet I can make you moan and scream like that."
"In terror, maybe. Please tell me that's not a real girl you did. If it is, I'm going to throw up in my own mouth."