Page 57 of Small Town Firsts
I rolled onto my side and nipped her shoulder. “Fuck?”
Her cheeks pinked up. “Seems like such a flat, cold word for something so amazing.”
“Brain frying sex?” I said against her skin, digging my chin into her shoulder. “Synapse seizing sex? Think there’s a Hallmark card for it?” I nipped her ear lobe as the giggles bubbled up in her chest. She didn’t let them free that often. I liked hearing the happiness, and my goal was to hear it at least once a day.
“Menace.” She pushed me away and sat up. “I don’t even want to see how bad I look.”
I dragged my beard along the back of her arm, not ready to lose all contact with her yet. “You might actually be a little pissed.”
“That good?”
“More like the marks,” I said ruefully, then flicked the slope of her breast where a tiny bruise bloomed above her nipple.
She looked down with a gasp then scrambled off the bed. I propped my head up with my arm and enjoyed the jiggle and sway of all the best parts of her as she swung her bedroom door closed to look at herself in the full length mirror attached to the other side.
“Ronan Parrish, what did you do to me?” She spun around and looked over her shoulder at the map of marks I’d left on her.
“You left a few of your own, Sunshine.” I swiped my hand over my hip bones where matching fingertip marks showed just how hard she’d gripped me as she rode me last night.
“Unbelievable.”
I crossed my legs at the ankle and grinned. “Sex bruises are the best bruises.”
She bent down and picked up my jeans and tossed them at my head. I ducked, and they landed with a whomp against her headboard. My Kira was a tough one.
“Quit grinning, you lunatic,” she said as she stalked out of the room.
I dragged a pillow off the floor and tucked it under my head as I heard the shower turn on. Sated, even if my head was pounding again now that my blood had returned from my recalcitrant cock, I let myself doze.
The scent of moonflowers roused me. Kira came into blurry focus as she bustled around the room getting ready. It was still hot, but not quite as oppressive as it had been for the last few days. She was wearing a flowy cotton dress with dark pink flowers all over it and sliding a belt around her waist, emphasizing her hourglass shape that made my mouth water.
“Wow.”
She glanced over her shoulder, some sort of makeup wand in her hand. “Finally awake, princess?”
I sat up and scrubbed my hands over my face. “Helluva sight to wake to.”
She glossed something pale and shiny over her lips before snapping the cap back on and the lip stuff disappeared into a pocket of her dress. She wore minimal makeup, but she’d done something to her eyes to make them look wider and brighter.
She stepped into mile high heels in a surprising dark teal that made her legs look like a million bucks.
“A little dressed up for moving furniture, aren’t we?” I scooted to the edge of the bed to put my feet on the floor so I could stretch my back and shoulders before I stood up. I had a feeling I’d be swaying oh so manfully thanks to dehydration.
“I have interviews this afternoon.”
“Oh.” I dropped my arms to my sides. “Did you need me for that?”
She shook her head. “Bartenders today, but I’ll be starting with the chefs tomorrow.”
“Yeah, we need to figure out menu stuff.” I pushed away the frizzy mess of my curls. “Mind if I take a shower?”
“As long as you’re cool with smelling like me.”
I stood, and yay for only a mild sway. I walked up behind her to stare at her in the mirror with a wiggle of eyebrows. “I don’t mind that at all.”
She elbowed me. “One track mind.”
I slipped my arms around her waist and brushed my beard along the side of her neck. “Only track when you’re around.”
