Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,66
What a silly trollop I am.
Instead of doing that, though, he’s broken into loud laughter and is leaning against the wall. Snow starts to fall around us, and I watch him as he chuckles and snorts until tears stand out in his eyes. Finally, he calms down and straightens. He steps close, and I inhale sharply at his warmth, catching his scent and feeling my dick stiffen automatically.
He lifts his hand and pushes the mass of hair back from my forehead. “Only you.”
“What?” I ask hoarsely.
“Only you could take my declaration of interest and nearly end up in a Daddy’s sex den.”
“He was alarmingly forthright,” I whisper. “Did you mean it?”
He looks confused for a second. “What? That I really like you?”
I nod. “I wondered if you’d shown me my picture by mistake.”
He shakes his head, and his fingers trace my lower lip. “It wasn’t a mistake,” he says thickly. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done. I’m so glad it’s you.”
I moisten my lips, and my tongue rubs over his fingers. I taste salt on my lips before his eyes darken, and then his lips are on mine, and we’re kissing.
When he pulls back, I look at him blearily. “Come back here.”
“Probably not wise,” he says, discreetly adjusting himself.
“Fuck that.” I raise my arms and pull him back to me, loving the way he fits against me like we’re made for each other. “It’s good that you feel like that,” I say.
He looks down at me, his eyes dark and hesitant. “Is it?”
I nod. “Because I feel exactly the same,” I say deliberately. “And I know that it’s early days, Jack, and we’re only just starting, but what we have feels different from anything else.” I gaze into his eyes and run my hand over his hair. “It feels special,” I say.
He swallows hard, his face alight with happiness. He kisses me again. And at that moment, with the falling snow kissing our faces with cold touches, and his lips warm against mine, it feels like my very own romantic film.
Fifteen
Arlo
I nestle into Jack’s side in the lift and check my reflection in the mirrored wall. My appearance is unusually smart. Well, smart for me. I’m wearing skinny jeans with a navy and white striped T-shirt and navy jacket and my beige suede Chelsea boots. Jack is as handsome as ever, dressed in black jeans and a khaki jumper with a white T-shirt underneath. I peer closer at our reflections. They’re so different from the other day. Instead of a couple of feet separating us, we’re snuggled together now and we look so right.
He clicks the button for the lobby, and I huff crossly.
His lip twitches. “You okay there, Arlo?”
“I’m fine,” I say. He hums happily as we stand in silence for a few seconds and then I burst out with, “I just can’t believe it.”
“I know.”
“I mean, I’ve been looking at those numbers on the TV screen the entire time we’ve been here.”
“I know.”
“And I thought it was the room temperature.”
“I know.” This time there’s a definite tremor in his voice.
I glare at him. “And what was it, Jack?” I hurry on before he can respond. “It was the motherfucking bill for breakfast.” He snorts, and I shake my head. “All this time I’ve been dragging myself downstairs to eat breakfast.”
“You didn’t seem to drag so much as sprint.”
“And,” I say loudly. “All that time Tom had paid for the room only. Do you know how much eggs benedict with truffle oil costs, Jack?” He starts to answer, but I hold up my hand. “Put it this way—we won’t be eating for the rest of the holiday. Bollocking truffle oil,” I say disconsolately.
This time he can’t help himself, and bursts into laughter.
I wait him out, unable to stop myself from smiling. When his laughter dies away, he kisses the top of my head. “Alright, apart from that?” he asks.
I smirk. “Couldn’t be better. Although I could do with a cushion to sit on.”
We’d gone back to the hotel after our snowy walk home from the pub, intending to have a shower and get ready quickly to go out for a meal with everyone, but our plans had changed quickly when our bodies were naked and wet. Instead, Jack had fucked me in the shower. He’d been slow and so thorough that I’d nearly cried with relief when he entered me. I’ve never had anyone pay so much attention to my body before. Get you a methodical man. It