Page 64 of Ten Day Affair
She stretches out, one arm over her head, dark hair spilling across my pillow. Her skin’s still glowing, lips kiss-bruised, eyes heavy-lidded but watching me.
I prop myself on an elbow and study her like I’m memorizing this. Because I am.
My fingers trail up her arm, over her shoulder, brushing a damp strand of hair back from her temple.
“You okay?”
Her gaze softens. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” My thumb traces her cheekbone. “You're amazing. Fuck, I can't quit you.”
She smiles, slow and satisfied. “Right back at you.”
I kiss her again, slower now. Less heat, more weight. Because this feels like more than just a night.
And we both know it.
FIFTEEN
Sam
His arm is draped heavily across my waist, palm splayed just below my breast like it belongs there. I’m still catching my breath. My skin is damp, and my trembling thighs are sticky from what just happened.
What just happened?
Jesus.
I’m lying naked in Cole Houston’s bed. His bed. My head is on his chest, and I'm listening to his heartbeat as his breathing slows.
I shift slightly. The sheet slides down my hip, cooling where his mouth had been minutes ago. My body still hums, my legs are still boneless.
I’m pretty sure I moaned something wildly unprofessional when he kissed the inside of my thigh.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, that just-fucked rasp that wrecks me all over again.
“I wasn’t planning on falling asleep naked in your bed,” I say, my voice rougher than I expect.
He laughs softly, warm breath against my shoulder. “I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all, to be honest.”
“You’re cocky.”
“Confident.” His hand slides up, lazily tracing a path from my stomach to the underside of my breast.
"You want more?"
“I'll always want more of you, Samantha Taylor.”
I nudge him with my heel. “You talk too much after sex.”
“You didn’t say that when I had my mouth on you.”
Heat floods my face. “That was pretty fucking amazing. Okay, I take it back. Good tactic.”
"I'll keep that in mind for next time."
"Next time, huh?" I poke him in the ribs and he shifts, laying my head on the bed while he props himself back up on his elbow.
“Countertop sex. Bold choice,” I murmur into the dark, drinking in the moonlit lines of his square jaw. This man is too damn good-looking for anyone's well-being. Holy shit.
