My toes curled and my knees went weak at the look in his eyes. So weak, I had to grab onto his waist to stay standing.
His head bent and his lips touched mine.
Then his head moved a hairbreadth away and he said, “Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Fifteen
Severed Edges
Sadie
I woke again to a cold, empty bed.
I laid there (my head on one, measly pillow) and allowed myself a lovely, snugly, warm moment at waking up in Hector’s bed before I threw back the covers and I replayed my actions of the morning before. This time, I had to put my pajamas back on (so I did, with the addition of Hector’s flannel shirt) and, with my stuff there, I added brushing my teeth and washing my face.
By the time I hit the stairs, I heard men’s voices coming from the kitchen.
I rounded the stairs and saw Hector through the kitchen door.
He wasn’t in nightclothes, he had on jeans and a tight, black t-shirt but no belt. His feet were bare and his hair was wet which meant he’d been up long enough to shower.
Now, how did I sleep through that?
Seriously, this was getting weird. I never slept through anything.
Maybe it was all the sex.
I saw he had a coffee cup in his fist and his eyes were on someone who was talking but they cut to me when they caught me rounding the stairs.
Even from the distance of across the living room and kitchen, I saw his eyes go lazy and his mouth form a small grin.
At his look, my knees went weak.
Last night, after the Zanos left, we didn’t go to bed to sleep. We went to bed and he made love to me (yes, for the third time!).
The first time had been amazing.
The second time, “working up to it”, meant slow and sweet and even more amazing.
The third time, mostly (but obviously not totally) sated, Hector had taken his time, it was clear he felt like exploring and he did. What he didn’t feel like was allowing me to explore, so he didn’t. His undivided and prolonged attention produced an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced in my life.
Amazing didn’t do it justice.
The word to do it justice hadn’t been invented yet.
On this thought, I walked into the kitchen but I did it on shaking legs.
Luke Stark was there, as was Native American Hottie, or who I knew now was Vance.
I walked straight to Hector.
This might have been rude. Perhaps I should have gone to Luke and Vance and offered my hand. Hector seemed in a mellow mood but even though these guys were pretty badass, the whole Hot Bunch/Rock Chick crew was a rather huggy lot. I didn’t want Luke or Vance to hug me in front of Hector. They were his friends but who knew what Mr. Mood Swing’s response would be and, after what happened yesterday morning with Ren, I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Sadie, you know Luke. This is Vance Crowe,” Hector introduced as his arm slid along my shoulders and he tucked me into his side.
I nodded and said, “Hi, Vance.” Then my eyes moved to Luke. “Hi, Luke.”
One side of Luke’s mouth went up in a sexy, half-grin. Vance’s mouth formed a smile that was so confident it was breathtaking.