She tilted her head toward me.
“I don’t share a bed with Cressida. I rarely even sleep under the same roof with her. I have my old apartment where I’m spending most of the time. I see her maybe once or twice a week, and sleep with her far less than that.”
I wanted to be honest with her. I didn’t want to have any secrets from Greta. That would have felt like a breach of her trust.
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“As long as she’s got my credit card and my last name, she doesn’t care.”
“I would want to share a bed with you if you were mine. I would miss you, I do miss you, even though you’re not mine.”
I cupped her neck and gently pulled her down to me for a kiss. Greta snuggled up to me, her petite body pressing against mine in the most perfect way. I didn’t deepen the kiss, neither did Greta. I was content being with her in this innocent way, our lips lightly brushing. Eventually Greta fell asleep in my arms, her cheek resting on my bicep.
I watched her for a long time before I turned off the lights. Greta had drawn the black-out curtains so it was dark in the room though sunset was still ten minutes away.
My phone lit up with messages, but I ignored them.
I didn’t want anything to tear me out of this. This dream. I didn’t want morning to come, maybe that was why I hesitated to allow my body to rest.
Tomorrow I’d be flying back home even if it felt like my heart was slowly making itself at home somewhere else. New York was my home, had always been. But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.
I woke with Greta still in my arms, our legs entwined, her cheek on my chest. Her breathing was even and relaxed. The soft snoring of Bear filled the room. I carefully untangled Greta from me and sat up. She didn’t stir, too deep asleep. Last night must have really knocked her out. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of eating Greta out like a beautiful treat and giving her multiple orgasms. My morning rod got even harder.
Grabbing my gun from the nightstand, I slipped out of bed. I had noticed it last night too but now I really looked at the emergency buttons all over the place. One behind the bedside table. One next to the bathroom door. I had a feeling that there would be a door to a panic room somewhere in this room as well. I strolled toward the wardrobe and opened it. Inside I found an automatic steel door in the floor. Good. I had been surprised when Greta had invited me here. But I’d never doubted that even out here she’d be protected. The fence and the two gates had been top-notch security too. Not to mention that the Falcone mansion was probably only a five to ten minutes helicopter ride away.
In the bathroom, I put my gun down on the washstand before I slipped into the shower. It took up an entire wall so even I had enough room to shower in there. A sound caught my attention and I opened the shower to reach for my gun when Greta appeared in the doorway.
I turned off the water and got out of the shower. Greta handed me a fluffy towel before she leaned in the doorway with a look of curiosity on her face as I began to dry myself off. “Good morning,” I said roughly.
“Morning,” she whispered. When my body was dry, I stayed where I was, giving her the time to figure out whatever it was she needed to figure out. She approached me slowly, scanning me from head to toe once more but her gaze caught on my cock. “I’ve never seen a man like this.”
It took me a moment to know what she meant and then my cock filled with even more blood than it already had under her scrutiny. She stopped right before me.
She peered up at me. “Can I touch you?”
I stifled a laugh. Did she really have to ask? I was burning up to be touched by her. All of my fantasies had revolved around that and around worshipping every inch of her gorgeous body.
“You can do whatever you want,” I said roughly.
“I want to touch you.”
I nodded because there was nothing I wanted more.
She pressed her palms flat against my chest then slowly moved them lower, mapping my abs before she halted and her gaze darted up to my chest. She moved her palms higher once more and brushed my nipples with her fingertips.
Fuck. My cock filled with more blood, as a wave of desire zapped through my body.
“I’ve always wondered if men liked to be touched at their nipples. If it’s a sensual place for them.”
“I never thought it was for me,” I rasped as Greta kept stroking my chest.
“I suppose most men focus on their penis. I can’t speak for all women but my nipples are a very sensual zone. I feel it everywhere if you touch me there.”
I’d take extra care of her lovely nubs later.
She bit her lip. “I’m talking too much when I’m nervous.”
“You’re fine,” I said. “And you don’t need to be nervous.”