Page 50 of Bad Boy Crush

“You okay?” he asked anyway.

“Oh yeah.” Her fingers wandered through his hair and then down his cheek.

He barely made out her face in the dark room, the whites of her eyes as she looked around. “I’ve never had sex so good it knocked the power out.” She raised her hand. “High five.”

When she waved her hand insistently, he slapped her hand with his. She laughed.

“Fuck, Lourdes.” He laughed with her.

“Yes, you did.”

That was it. He loved her. Through to his bone marrow. He’d suspected he’d felt that way before the sex, but tonight had pushed him over the edge. Driving into her, feeling her surrounding him had been too perfect to describe. But. It was way too soon to make that proclamation. He didn’t want to scare her off. He’d just earned his way into her bed. Alas, the swear word would have to suffice.

She kissed him on the mouth and then pushed him onto his back, reversing their positions. Her hair falling over her face, her breasts hovering over his chest, she smiled down at him and said the second-best three words he’d ever heard from her.

“Wanna go again?”

fifteen

Lou woke, her head rising and falling on a warm male chest.

Ant’s chest.

Eyes closed, she stretched languidly as the summer sun sifted through the blinds and painted stripes on the bedding. A smile found her face without her trying. Not hard to believe since last night had been hands-down the best night she’d ever spent with a man. Ant had been simply incredible. Attentive, assertive, skilled… Very skilled.

Had she ever had that many back-to-back orgasms? She didn’t think so. She gave him a tender hug from her position lying on top of him. He didn’t wake, but the arm at her back squeezed her in response.

She had always known that he was a caring, giving person, but she hadn’t experienced the depth and breadth of him until last night. Being naked with him had introduced an entirely new Anthony into her world. One she wasn’t sure she could convince herself to live without. If she would’ve made a list of everything she wanted in bed, he’d have ticked every single box. Plus, there were a few things he’d done that would never have occurred to her.

After a second sweaty round, he’d buried his nose in her neck, wrapped her in his big arms, and promptly fallen asleep. She’d considered untangling herself to fetch a glass of water but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the sanctity of his embrace. She’d felt so damn good. It’d been a long time since she felt that good. That loved.

The L-word bounced around her head for a few alarming seconds, but she warned herself not to think too far ahead. They were great in bed together, no doubt about it, but in no way was she planning matrimony anytime soon. If ever again.

Deciding it was way too early for thoughts like those, she carefully shifted away from him and climbed off the bed. Ant didn’t move. His eyes were shut over his perfect cheekbones. His hair was in disarray, his arm prone at his side where she’d been a moment ago.

She admired how peaceful he looked asleep and how good he looked on top of her sheets before going to the bathroom in the hallway. She brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face before returning to the bedroom to quietly dress. She pulled on a casual pair of shorts and a striped T-shirt, leaving her feet bare. Typical lake attire.

In the kitchen she fired up the coffee pot, noticing how light and happy and satisfied she felt. A dull ache between her legs reminded her that some very specific muscles had been neglected for a while. The other part—the light and happy part—she could attribute to no longer having to keep Ant at arm’s length. Holding Liam’s crime against Ant had expended too much energy for far too long.

She heard a toilet flush as she was pulling mugs down from the cabinet. Ant padded into the kitchen a moment later, naked save for black boxer briefs. It wouldn’t be a hard view to wake up to each morning, that was for damn sure.

“Hey,” he rumbled before bending to give her a minty kiss. “Borrowed your toothbrush.”

“Yuck.” She honestly didn’t care. They’d explored each other up, down, and sideways last night. If there were germs to share, they’d shared them already.

He strode into the sunroom, his shifting back muscles reminding her of a prowling jungle cat. “How do you stand this view? I couldn’t work. I’d be in the water every damn day.”

“Are you kidding? Working from that room is heaven on earth.”

He swaggered back to her, shoulders drawn back. She ate him up with her eyes, the stir of attraction not the least bit dampened.

“Last night in your bedroom—that was heaven on earth.” He lingered over her lips. Coffee forgotten, she made out with him. He lifted and deposited her on top of the counter, his hands wandering while their tongues sparred.

“That’s what I get for being celibate for a year and a half,” she muttered.

He paused in the middle of filling their mugs with freshly brewed coffee to cock one eyebrow in interest. “Yeah, you mentioned that.”

“I guess it’s not surprising. I was pretty gun-shy after what happened.” Contrarily, she guessed Ant had spent time in the company of more than one woman over the last eighteen-plus months. Unfair though it was, jealousy prickled her skin like cactus needles at the thought of him with someone else.