I chuckle as I make my way up the beach. As much as I want to keep holding her, I know that if I don’t get my dick out of her now, I really will fuck her into oblivion in the sand. I set her down on her feet gently, and she winces slightly as I slip out of her.
“Sore, darling?”
“A little,” she admits. “But it felt wonderful. Totally worth it. And…I got to cross off items on my to-do list, so you really outdid yourself, Warren Knight.”
“Glad I could be up to par for you.”
I keep my hands on her waist as I look down at her, loving the way drops of water are freckled over her skin and how chills have pebbled her nipples into pretty pink peaks. Her lips are swollen, her hair is damp from the ocean mist, and despite the fact that we just had sex not even five minutes ago, I find that I already want her again.
I place a kiss against her temple and then lean down to press another right over her heart. Because as crazy as it seems, that’s what Trix does to me. She makes me feel, right there.
The pulse of her heartbeat strums against my lips the second before I pull away. She looks up at me with awe and surprise at my tender gesture, and then she does the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.
She leans forward and reciprocates my act by letting her tongue dart out to skim over my old scar, and then her lips press directly over my heart, giving me the sweetest goddamn kiss that I’ve ever received.
And that’s when I know. Trix Valentine did the impossible.
She didn’t just trespass into my office that day. She damn well trespassed into my heart, when I’d all but given up on the damn thing.
Chapter 26
Trix
For a third time, I wake up tucked in Warren’s bed.
But this time, instead of recovering from food poisoning or being stoned out of my mind, I find myself enjoying pure postcoital bliss.
My first time having sex was perfect. It didn’t just feel like sex, either. It felt like more. The way Warren looked at me last night…I can’t even put into words how it made me feel. He looked at me like he cherished every breath I took. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me, like I was the sexiest woman in the world. The both of us in the ocean, it was like being at the edge of the world where no one else existed.
The way he held me, the reverence of his touch, the way our bodies joined together… I truly meant it when I said that it was exactly perfect.
After all those weeks of watching him, I never imagined that he would ever look at me the way he looked at me last night. Now I’m addicted to that look—that hunger, that sparkle of lust in his gaze. I want it again and again.
When I open my eyes and see the soft sunlight streaming in from his balcony doors, I stretch languidly, and then I smile when I feel a hard ridge dig into my backside.
Turning over, I smile at Warren’s sleepy face as he looks back at me. “Well, good morning to you too,” I say, my breathless tone a little raspy from sleep.
His eyes darken. “Good morning,” he replies, equally husky. “You look fucking sexy as hell naked and in my bed.”
He slips his hand down and places it on my stomach, and in an immediate response, my legs pop open like a biscuit tin. Unravelling just like that.
Warren looks down with an arched brow. “What’s happening there?”
I follow his gaze at my skanky legs. “Don’t know. A touch to the tummy is like a sex button, I guess.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to remember that. Might come in handy.”
I’m gonna come in real handy if he keeps rubbing me like that. I have to physically stop myself from nuzzling up against him like a damn cat looking for some scraps.
Looking up at him, I take a moment to revel in our closeness. Man, his morning voice coupled with his morning wood, plus his adorably sexy morning hair… It makes me want to lick every inch of him.
“Feel free to lick me anytime,” he says with a smile tugging at his lips, letting me know that I accidentally said that out loud.