Page 93 of Need You
He rolled off her but she reached for him. “Not yet.”
He wrapped her in his arms and cradled her head against his chest. And for a while they lay there silent, alone with their thoughts. He didn’t know what had just happened, but it had been better than good. Hell, it had been a tsunami. A volcano. An avalanche.
He let his eyes roam over her breasts, hips, and legs, taking in all he’d missed during their frenzied sex. She quickly tugged the blanket over her in a sudden show of modesty, which he found hilarious.Too late for that, sweetheart.
He rolled over and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
He glanced at the clock. “It’s closing in on three a.m. Home to get some sleep.”
“Oh.” One word, but she sounded disappointed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, feeling guilty. “You want me to stay?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought . . .”
“Let me get rid of the condom.” He found the master bath, which wasn’t hard to miss. It was the size of his old San Francisco apartment. The towels were so fancy he was afraid to dry his hands on them.
He finished up and got back in bed with her. She was still sitting there, propped against the pillows, looking a little shell shocked.
“Delaney, was this a mistake?”
“Not for me. Was it for you?”
Probably. But regretting mind-blowing sex wasn’t in his DNA. He reached over and took her hand. “What’s on your mind, then?”
“Do you think it was a fluke?”
“What? Us sleeping together?”
“How good it was?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Only one way to find out.”
