Page 18 of Married Into Love

ChapterSeven

Alessia

Wakingup in bed with Alec the second time around wasn’t quite as startling as the first. Or maybe it was, but in a completelydifferentway.

Yesterday morning, he was still pretty much a stranger to me. The hot guy I’d met and only had fuzzy recollections of the time we’d spent together. The wedding ring had been a shocker, but it was still a situation I could have walked away from without too much trouble since getting a divorce in Vegas was almost as easy as getting marriedthere.

But the contentment I felt from being held securely in his arms wasn’t easy to walk away from. Not after spending an entire day with him. Not with how thoughtful he’d been. Breakfast delivered to the room. Beautiful dresses. What had to be a ridiculously expensive ring. Showing me off to his friends and family. Solving my problems which had seemed impossible to handle only a day and a half before. And then there wasthesex.

Holy crap, it’d been incredible. A small part of me wanted to rationalize it away as being due to how long it’d been since I’d slept with someone. But I would have been lying to myself. I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex, but even if I’d still been a virgin I would have known the orgasms Alec had given me were amazing. That my reaction to him wasn’t normal. And that I was lucky to have found someone with whom I had such insanechemistry.

Slowly turning in his arms, I was struck again by how insanely hot Alec was. My fingers itched to play with his dark hair. The gentling of his face in sleep didn’t take away from the masculine line of his square jaw. His firm lips were relaxed and slightly parted. Heck, he even smelled gorgeous. Then his low-lidded blue eyes met mine, and my breath caught in mythroat.

“Morning.”

His raspy greeting sent shivers down my spine, and the small uptick in the corner of his lips told me he knew exactly how potent my reaction tohimwas.

“Good morning,” Iechoed.

His arms tightened around me. “Did yousleepokay?”

“Yeah, better than okay. I slept likearock.”

His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “Probably because of that second orgasm Igaveyou.”

“Or maybe it was just the wine I drank atdinner.”

“We could always run an experiment,” he suggested. “I could give you another pair of orgasms tonight, without the wine, and then we’ll see how yousleep.”

I liked how he talked about us spending another night together, probably a little too much. “Or I could just drink some wine tonight, pass out at my place, and tell you about how well I slept over the phone in themorning.”

“No can do, beautiful,” he chuckled. The cocky bastard definitely knew the effect he had on me. “I’m already obsessed with giving you orgasms, and there isn’t an addicts anonymous program in the world that’ll make me kick thehabit.”

“You’re impossible,” Isighed.

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be angry with me for wanting to give you orgasms,” he cajoled withagrin.

I huffed out a breath, even as I snuggled intohisarms.

“There’s another flaw in your plan. You want to drink wine tonight? Go ahead. You want to skip out on the sex? I’ll do without. But if you sleep at your apartment tonight, then I’m there with you. Wives are supposed to sleep with theirhusbands.”

“Your wife who you’ve only known for a day and a half? The one who lives in Vegas when you’re fromChicago?”

“I can’t argue that we’ve only known each other for less than two days,” he conceded. “But I’ve decided to toss the conservative three hour per date estimate out the window and go with the two-hour version instead. So the brunch I’m about to order us will be our twentieth date. And I’m sure there are tons of happy couples out there who moved in with each other after twentydates.”

“I can’t.” I held up my hand when his lips parted. Odds were good he’d come up with a way to refute any argument I came up with. It was no wonder he’d made it onto a pro hockey team since he seemed relentless when there was something he wanted. “I need coffee before I’ll be able to deal with you. Lotsofit.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes to our twentieth date.” I sputtered and yanked a pillow over my face to scream into it as he rolled off the mattress,laughing.

I peeked over the pillow, and watched the muscles in his tight ass flex and bunch while he walked into the bathroom. When he shut the door behind him, I rolled over and grabbed my cell off the bedside table. Opening the camera app, I switched it to selfie mode. Using the screen like a mirror, I swiped my fingertips under my eyes and ran my hands through my hair so it wasn’t completelytangled.

“It’s completely unfair that Alec can roll out of bed looking totally hot, while I’m a mess,” Igrumbled.

“You thinkI’mhot?”

My head jerked up, and I found Alec leaning against the bathroom doorframe. His blue eyes were on me, lazily drifting up my body with a long pause at my breasts that had me grabbing the sheet and yanking it up to covermyself.

“You can hide behind that sheet all you want. It isn’t going to change the fact that I already know how perfect your tits are.” He grinned wolfishly. “Or that I’ve left my mark on themalready.”

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