Page 120 of Only Ever You

“I don’t think I’m on earth anymore.” Bash didn’t even exaggerate.

Faye chuckled and her warm breaths caressed across his skin and travelled straight to his heart. Whether or not she knew she placed them right above that beating, healing organ, she began drawing swirls and circles on his chest.

“I guess that’s either really good, or really bad.”

“Good, Peanut. So good.” Bash stroked her thoroughly untamed hair away from her face.

“I’ve never heard you say such filthy things.”

Well now that the light blared a bright green, Bash hadn’t held back.

“I could say the exact same to you, MissI’ve waited to have you in my mouth,” he said as he danced his fingers in the ticklish dip of her waist.

“Ugh.” Faye buried her flushed face down in his shoulder. Bash could feel her grinning. “You’re never going to let me live that down.”

“Never. I loved hearing you say it.” His palm drifted to stroke up and down along her spine. “Do you want to shower with me?”

She peered up at him with those big brown eyes of hers.

“It’s kind of cramped in there.”

All that sounded like was a fun kind of challenge. “We’ll make it work.”

And with some acrobatic sort of angles and manoeuvring, they did.

36

BASH

For a second time this week,Bash found himself moving bags out of one room and into another, putting Faye’s alongside his own where they were holing up for the rest of the night.

He dropped her bag on the carpet and gawped. “You were supposed to have waited!”

Stark naked on the bed, Faye sucked the spoon between her lips clean with a too-cute shrug. “I couldn’t resist.”

The kitchen didn’t have much to satisfy their post-sex cravings, but itdidhave ice cream. Bash hadn’t hesitated to start opening cupboards in search of bowls when Faye held up the salted caramel tub with a flourish.

“Hm. If you drip any onto your tits,” he warned, placing a knee up on the bed, “I’m reserving the right to lick it off.”

The tease in Faye’s cat-like eyes contemplated doing just that on purpose.

Bash sat himself beside her whilst they ate. Now that he wasn’t predisposed with pleasuring Faye, he actually had the chance to glance at the evergreen and white themed room he labelled as “cottage core.” The artwork of pressed flowers he’d counted to try andnotcome down Faye’s throat was a nice addition.

“I love these,” she said at one point, her fingertip tracing the sprinkling of grey hairs at his temple.

“Do you?” There were only a few, and Bash wasn’t exactly conscious about them, but he did feel as though they made him look older than he was.

“They make you look refined.”

He snorted. “Me? Refined?” Was that another word for ‘old’?

“Yes. Amongst your charms and roguish ways,Sébastien,you’ve never been anything other than a gentleman to me.”

The last few hours aside.

Faye liked rearranging his hair, and Bash let her. Only her. She was adorable in her focus, oblivious to how he mapped her face freely with every distracted second he got.

“What else do you like?” He stirred the last melted pool of salted caramel in the bowl in his lap.

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