Page 19 of Lucky In Love
She cries herself to sleep in my arms.
I’m a selfish prick for feeling some type of satisfaction that she felt safe enough in my arms to do that. When the car pulls up at the house, I slowly rearrange her so that I don’t wake her getting out of the limo.
A few minutes later, I’m laying her down in my bed, and she promptly curls back into a ball. I notice with pride how she buries her nose in my pillow, though.
Maybe she’s not asleep at all.
“Jade?” I tested my theory, and sure enough, she stiffened before trying to fake it again.
Fine, we’ll play this your way lass.
I turn and start taking off my clothes. I’ve got my jacket and tie off, working on the buttons of my shirt when her voice finally reaches my ears.
“This isn’t my room.” I don’t bother answering her since I’m sure it’s rhetorical.
Besides, I mean to make it hers if she wants it, that is.
“What are you doing?” I stop with my shirt half untucked from my pants.
“Undressing,” I turn to look at her as I finish pulling it out and dropping it to the floor.
“Why?” She sits up and brings he knees to her chest.
“I sleep naked.” Her eyes widen, and she scrambles off my bed.
“Ok then, goodnight.” She tries to rush past me, but I catch her around the waist and fling her back on the bed.
“Not so fast.” I point at her so she stays put.
“We need to talk.” I try to sound firm, but the adorable look on her face makes it hard.
She’s a deer in headlights as she stares open-mouthed at my abs.
“See something you like?” I slowly pull my belt out and wrap it in my hand to form a circle of leather.
“Um, no.” I roll my eyes as I place the belt in my drawer.
“This will be much more simpler if we don’t lie to one another.” I flip open my pants and unzip them while I step out of my shoes.
I hold the pants up so they don’t fall as I reach down to pull off my socks and enjoy the split second of disappointment that crosses her face before she hides it. My grin spreads across mine as I straighten and step to the edge of the bed.
“Come here, Jade,” I beacon her with my finger, but she shakes her head at me.
I tilt my head to the side and look her over. From her sandals, up her smooth legs, over the swell of her breast to her eyes. All I see is a beautiful, turned-on woman.
“I’m going to drop my pants. I don’t wear underwear, so if you want to stop what you’re about to see, you’ll have to do it yourself.” I raise an eyebrow in challenge.
“I’m a virgin, not a nun. I’ve seen plently of dicks Ciarán.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“One,” I whisper, letting my left hand fall away, which brings my adonis muscle into view.
She gulps, and her pupils dialate.
“Two,” I lower my right but hold the fabric tightly.
Now, she’s licking her lips as if imagining her tongue following the trail of hair that disappears behind my pants.
“Three.”