under his.
At that moment she knew she had fallen in love with Mercury. It didn’t matter if he loved her back or if this was only a seduction by a Steele.
It only mattered that she loved him.
Nineteen
When Mercury opened his eyes, it took him a moment to remember where he was. Definitely not in his own bed with all this frilly, lacy stuff covering the bed with curtains to match. At least he approved of the color blue.
He then glanced down at the woman in his arms. He smiled, loving the feel of the warm body tucked beside him, with his legs thrown over hers. Sloan was still sleeping, which wasn’t surprising, considering all they’d done through the night. His goal had been to give her all the pleasure she could handle, and it seemed she’d been able to handle a lot. He’d figured she would tire out, but she’d been determined to keep up with him. His Sloan had discovered that, when it came to sex, he had endless energy. He wholly appreciated her efforts.
His Sloan?
He closed his eyes, not wanting to think of her or any woman as his. Needing to push the thought from his mind, his gaze scanned the room. He liked her decorating ideas. She’d been busy this weekend. She probably hadn’t thought of him at all, but he had thought about her. He hadn’t known a woman he’d met less than a week ago could have such an impact on him. But she had.
His gaze returned to her. She looked beautiful while she slept, but then, she looked beautiful while being made love to, as well. More than once he had watched her come, and the way her features contorted in pleasure filled him with so much enjoyment.
Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, he saw it was close to eight in the morning. It had not been his intention to spend the night, but things had turned out that way. He had no complaints.
“Good morning, Mercury.”
Her sleepy-eyed smile was beautiful. She was beautiful. He thought about how they’d met and everything that had transpired since. The woman had entered his world on a series of misadventures. But he would gladly experience them all again if he could be assured that he would have another night like the one he’d shared last night with her.
“Good morning. Are you okay?” He knew he’d asked her that a lot, but her well-being meant everything to him. She pulled herself up, fully stretching, seemingly not at all bothered by her nakedness. If it didn’t bother her, it certainly didn’t bother him. In fact, he liked looking at her sexy body.
“Yes, I’m wonderful. You were wonderful, Mercury.”
He’d heard that before from other women, but hearing it from her meant a hell of a lot. “Thanks, and you were wonderful, too.”
“You’re just being kind because I didn’t know what I was doing most of the time. I was basically following your lead.”
And she’d done a good job of it. “Trust me—you were wonderful.”
His words brought an even brighter smile to her lips. “And just to think last night was the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm.”
He blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I said I never experienced an orgasm before last night. Couldn’t you tell?”
No, he couldn’t, considering she’d had her first one with him while his mouth had been on her breasts while in her kitchen. “Are you saying Cunningham dropped the ball? No pun intended.”
She laughed. “None taken since Harold and I never shared a bed. I would suggest it, thinking it would be the thing to do since we were engaged, but he wasn’t interested. Of course, I eventually discovered why. He was into a relationship with someone else. At least he wasn’t trying to sleep with the both of us. Some men would have, you know.”
His mind was reeling at what she’d just said. “You weren’t a virgin last night, right?”
Hell, he hoped not. He’d never wanted to be any woman’s first, thanks to his mother’s lectures and her psychological analysis of what that meant for