I was Vincent Shade’s no longer.
I belonged to Nick Sebring.
With some surprise, on that simple thought, I felt the tension ebb from me.
He felt it too.
“Now, babe, this time answer me. Have you eaten? Because I haven’t and I’m fuckin’ starving.”
“No,” I answered. “I haven’t eaten.”
“Right,” he muttered. His arms tightening around me, he dragged me up the bed so we were face to face. I opened my eyes and caught his just in time for him to finish, “Got nothin’ in the fridge. So we’re ordering a pizza.”
Nick was ordering us a pizza.
I was a girl with her guy, spending the night at his place, fucking and ordering pizza.
Normal.
Simple.
Real.
The last of the tension shifted out of me.
“I hope you have beer.”
His concentration shifted and he muttered, “I’ll run out and get some.”
“Sebring?” I called.
His attention focused again on me.
I had something to say but when I got those blue eyes, I couldn’t get anything out of me.
So I did the only thing I could do.
I moved to him and touched my mouth to his, my eyes open and I hoped communicating.
I had a feeling he read me because one hand glided in my hair, the other one glided down to cup my ass and he rolled into me, taking my lip touch and turning it into a hot, hard, rough kiss.
He ended the kiss by rolling us again, him to his back, me on top of him, whereupon he immediately smacked my ass and muttered against my mouth, “Now go get me the pizza menu. Famous’s. Top drawer, left back of the kitchen.”
I heard not a single word out of his mouth.
“You smacked my ass,” I declared, eyes narrowing.
“Do it again, you don’t get me the menu. And grab my cell on the way back. It’s in my slacks.”
I pushed up.
He came up with me and brought me down, twisted so my torso was pinned under his, back to the bed, lower body on its side so he could smack my bare ass again.
I felt my eyes get round before they went squinty.
“You gonna do as you’re told or you gonna fight me?” he asked.
He looked like he was struggling against smiling.