She snorted softly. “What a gentleman. You have your way with me then allow me to stay in your bed for a few minutes after. Chivalry isn’t dead after all.”
Unable to resist the call of her skin, I laid my palm on her stomach, my fingers stretched between her hip bones and down to her mound.
“There was a lot of you having your way with me tonight,” I said.
“True.” She slid her hand over mine, lining up her fingers on top of mine. “God, Lachlan, you’re so damn big. Two of my fingers make up one of yours.”
Lifting my eyes from our hands to her face, I found an amused, sleepy expression. She caught me looking, but the amusement didn’t fade.
“Are you tired?” she asked, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Not really.”
“So, if I stayed a little while, do you think that huge, beautiful cock of yours could get hard again?”
Her hand still on top of mine, I cupped her between her thighs. “You seemed to think you’d met your coming quota. Do you still think that?”
Still watching me, she shook her head. “I want to go again. I want you to make me come again. You’re really good at it.”
“Yeah?” I had a feeling this girl didn’t give out compliments often. Though this one was sexual, it still shot warmth to my chest—which was crazy. I still hadn’t decided if I liked this girl or not.
“Shut up, you know you are.”
My finger dipped a little lower, sweeping over her slit. She shuddered, scissoring her legs.
“Yeah.”
It hadn’t been my intention—then again, none of this had—but we went all night like that, getting each other off again and again. Each time, it seemed like we were done, then one or the other would touch, or give a look, and we’d be at it again.
My eyes cracked open. The sun had just about risen. Elena was sprawled across my chest, thoroughly fucked and passed out. She’d probably hate knowing I was seeing her like this, lips hanging open, hair an unruly mess, naked as the day she was born. The thing was, even in the stark light of day, she had next to no flaws on her body and face.
My breathing must’ve changed when I woke up. It didn’t take Elena long to stir. She yawned first, then snuggled closer, her leg slinging across me. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to lift it a little higher and slide inside, but from the pounding I gave her, she was probably sore. To tell the truth, evenIneeded a break.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Morning,” I answered.
“I slept here all night?” She hadn’t opened her eyes yet. Or shifted away from me.
“There wasn’t much sleeping going on.”
“Hmmm. I should go home.”
“That’s a good idea.”
The change in her was subtle. If we hadn’t been pressed so tightly together, I wouldn’t have noticed. Her breath hitched, fingers curled inward, leg shifted on mine.
“Okay.” She rolled off me, swinging her legs over her side of the bed. “Thanks for the good time.”
She pulled her little nightgown over her head and hopped up, running her hand over the back of her tangled hair. I didn’t really want to send her out in the broad light of day like that.
“Grab one of my shirts, El. Put it over your pajamas.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “I’m just going next door. It’s not a big deal.”
I jackknifed into a sitting position and pointed to the dresser in the corner. “Take one. Top drawer. We don’t need to argue about it.”
She stomped to the dresser, but instead of grabbing the first thing on top, she riffled through my T-shirts until she was satisfied. The black Savage U shirt was like a beach cover-up on her, swimming to midthigh. It covered the silky nightgown, but she looked like she didn’t have anything underneath the shirt. I wasn’t sure this was much better. Itdefinitelywasn’t better for me.