its full naked glory. I want to sink my teeth into the thing.
This is the second morning in a row I’ve woken naked with her; it’s heaven.
I didn’t expect this to happen at all … yeah, after meeting her in that lift and seeing how hot she was, I certainly thought about it happening, but I didn’t think about it seriously. I honestly expected this weekend to be a long, painful, awkward weekend of misery that I spent the majority of drunk. I didn’t expect Lucie to be so amazing. I certainly didn’t expect to start to fall for the emotionally unavailable little Italian intern with the gorgeous smile and the brilliant banter.
Raking a hand through my hair, I glance over at the clock. It’s just before nine a.m. We agreed to meet with my parents and grandparents for breakfast at half past nine this morning for one last hurrah before we all split up and make our separate ways home. I don’t want to do that now though; I want Lucie all to myself for a while longer. I decide to see how Lucie feels about cancelling and getting room service instead.
After a few minutes, she comes back out. My eyes immediately slide over her. She’s delectable in the morning. Her sleepy face and messed up, postcoital hair really get my blood pumping—down south, of course. I am a guy after all. I can’t help it; she’s gorgeous.
When I told her last night she had ruined me by coming on my thigh in the hallway, I meant it. That was the singular most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, and yet that was only the beginning. After that, she continued rocking my world, shaking the very foundation of my being. I fell asleep last night with a self-satisfied grin on my face, mentally replaying the sounds of her moans, as she cuddled up to me with her face pressed into the crook of my neck. Bliss.
She chews on her lip as she leans one hip against the wall and fiddles with her hands, playfully rolling her eyes. “So … we’re naked together again.”
I shoot her a smug grin. “You can’t resist me; that’s what the issue is.” Jeez, I hope that’s true. I don’t want to just be a one-night stand to her!
“I knew you’d still be gloating about the hallway incident.” She chuckles and walks to the bed, picking up her glasses from the bedside cabinet and slipping them on.
“I might gloat about that for the rest of my life.”
She giggles, her cheeks flushing pink. Unable to resist, I reach out and take her hand, pulling her onto the bed with me, easing her down and moving so I’m half-hovering over her. I want her. Last night didn’t rid me of my desire for her; if anything, it’s made it stronger. Propping myself up on one elbow, I stroke my hand down her side, gripping her hip, revelling in the feel of her skin under my palm. Her arms come up, wrapping around my neck; as her eyes meet mine, I can see the excitement dancing there. I take that as a great sign that we’re on the same page.
“How are your eyes?” The whites of them look a little pink and irritated.
She shrugs one shoulder, one of her hands slowly sliding up my neck and weaving into the back of my hair. “They’re okay. I’m totally blaming you for it. You short-circuited my brain last night, so I forgot all about my contacts.” She grins up at me flirtatiously as I press my body harder against hers.
“My bad. How can I make it up to you?” My lips brush against hers as I speak, and I feel her excited tremor.
“I can think of a couple of things you could do,” she purrs, moving one of her legs and hitching it over my hip as she arches her body into mine. It’s a clear invitation.
Last night wasn’t merely a one-night stand after all; she’s extending it to encompass the morning too. Hallelujah.
“Just a couple?”
My insides rejoice, and I press my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. She moans in the back of her throat and kisses me back immediately, her arms tightening on me as my hand slides down her body to cup her bum.
“This arse,” I groan, peppering small kisses across her jawline.
“What’s wrong with it?” She gasps as I squeeze and knead it.
“Nothing. It’s bloody perfect, Luce. Best arse I’ve ever had the pleasure