“Fried eggs for breakfast then?” She raised her eyebrows, a devilish grin on her face.
His chest tightened at the notion of waking up with her in his bed tomorrow morning. He didn’t want hernotbe here come sunup. He wanted her to stay with him, in his home, in his bed, and not go back to the Mercure where Owen and her sisters were staying. He sure ashelldidn’t want her to leave Sydney and go to Newcastle tomorrow.
Maybe he could convince Owen to move his engagement party here, to his house? Sure, most of Owen’s guests didn’t live here. Sure, his brother and mum lived up north in Newcastle as well, but surely Owen would get that Angus didn’t want to miss out on a second of being with Elisa? His best mate understood all about love at first sight after—
Love at first sight?
His stomach clenched. It wasn’t a thing. Not for someone like him. He had to stop thinking like that. Love led to relationships and relationships were a minefield of hurt.
Sex. This was sex. Amazing, incredible, soul-shattering, life-changing sex.
Just sex.
There’s nothingjustabout this, and you know it.
“Fucking fried eggs for every meal, I say,” he growled, before capturing her mouth with a kiss. He lifted his head a little. “To hell with the cholesterol.”
“To hell with it,” she murmured, combing her fingers through his hair and tugging his head back down to hers.
This kiss lasted long, hot moments. He had to force himself to pull away. To withdraw from her tightness. “I’ll be back,” he whispered.
He disposed of the used condom, grabbed a bottle of Sanpellegrino from the fridge, two glasses from the bar, and headed back to his bedroom.
His heart thumped up into his throat at the sight of her sitting, naked, on the edge of his bed, looking out the window.
She was gorgeous. Funny, sweet, stunning.
Would it be so bad, waking up every morning with her in your bed? In your life?
He cleared his throat. “I brought water. And glasses.”
She turned. “Is it okay if I take a shower? I haven’t had one since leaving San Diego.”
He nodded. “Absolutely. Through that door—” He pointed toward the en suite. “There’s clean towels on the shelf. Help yourself to the shampoo.”
A smile—shy? After what they’d just shared?—played with her lips. “Thanks. You’re welcome to join me.” She bit her lip, her cheeks growing a soft pink. “If you like.”
He liked very much.
* * *
Angus didn’t dolong showers. Ever. You couldn’t grow up in rural Australia—a place ninety-nine percent of the time in drought—without having it ingrained in your psyche showers didn’t last longer than four minutes.
When the warm water started to turn cool, Angus realized how long they’d been in the shower for. He didn’t give a fuck. He’d spent the shower doing everything he could to Elisa to make her come over and over.
He’d started by sucking on her nipples, teasing her clit with his fingers as she washed her hair. He’d sank two fingers into her heat as she rinsed the shampoo off, scissoring them inside her until she shuddered and collapsed against him under the water. He’d then lowered himself to his knees and shampooed the trim nest of her pubic hair, teasing her clit again as he rinsed the suds away with the jet massage function of the shower head.
She’d cried out in surprised shock as another orgasm shook through her. And before she could recover, he replaced the jetting water on her pussy with his mouth, languidly eating her out as the water streamed over them. Exploring her folds, her tangy sweetness, her very center with his tongue. She’d raked her nails over his scalp when she came that time, and his name had torn from her in a raw way that made his dick so fucking hard it was a wonder he still had blood left in his brain.
Licking his way up from her pussy to her nipples, he teased them with quick flicks of his tongue and then kissed her once more.
The water’s cooling temperature judged him, but he really didn’t care. All that mattered was giving Elisa pleasure, and taking his own pleasure in doing so.
He should have brought a fucking condom into the bathroom.
The water cut off and he tore his lips from hers, looking down at her.
“Did you want to get—”