“Fuck, you wore me out,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Why are you so good at this?”
“I’m good at this because you’re so naturally submissive.”
He sighs and pulls me closer to him.
“We should shower,” I mutter, making no move to get off him. No, I just lie there in our mess, content and satisfied.
I haven’t felt this way in…well, ever. It hasneverbeen this good with anyone else.
“Nah,” he says, his eyelids already drooping. “Too tired. Need to rest my eyes for a bit.”
I watch as his eyes close and his breathing evens out. I reach over, wipe him off with a discarded towel, and press against him.
He sighs contentedly, pulling me closer.
And once again, I sleep like the motherfucking dead.
* * *
When I wake in the morning, Luke is snoring softly. Instead of waking him, I decide to let him keep sleeping. He’s exhausted from last night. He hasn’t even moved from where we passed out eight hours ago. His body is still slick with oil, and I run a finger down his abs and then back up until it’s pressed against his bottom lip.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I shouldn’t do it, but damn, I want to.
And why shouldn’t I? Hasn’t he proven himself to be more than I ever expected?
I lean up and hover over him.
One second. Two.
I just breathe him in.
And then softly, very softly, I brush my lips against his.
CHAPTERTEN
LUKE
“Hello,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn my head and see a handsome man with short brown hair and a slightly crooked smile eyeing me up and down. Yeah, this dude thinks he’s charming, but I’m not interested.
Not interested in anyone but Eli.
The same Eli who snuck out of our room this morning without saying goodbye. It really put me in a mood.
“Hey,” I reply, taking a sip of my beer as the man leans against the bar top. I can feel his eyes moving across my body as he sizes me up. I flex slightly to show him what I’m working with.
As in…back the fuck off, I could crush you, skinny dude.
“I uh, wanted to come over and introduce myself.” He holds out a hand, and I just stare at it. “I’m Andrew.”
Andrew. That name makes my ears ring as I eye this asshole. Yeah, my bad mood just plummeted to homicidal. I know exactly who this is. Question is, how does he know me?
I don’t bother shaking his dainty hand. I just let it wobble around in the space between us until he yanks it back down to his side.
“Why you talkin’ to me?” I ask. “We’re not friends.”
Andrew clears his throat and sits down next to me. He obviously can’t get a fucking clue. Nah, this asshole needs to learn the hard way.
I’m happy to teach him this particular lesson. Oh, yeah, I can be an excellent teacher.