Page 32 of My Puckin' Luck
Then all at once, he leaves, the weight of him is gone. The cool air hits me and I worry, lifting my head, only to find him rinsing a cloth under the water in his bathroom. When he returns to me, through my half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile, I watch him clean me.
He’s the fantasy man I always wanted. “Thanks for that,” I whisper.
“Always.” He smiles and kisses my lips. Next thing I know, he takes a shower. So much for after sex talking and cuddling.
It’s okay, though, we’re just beginning. This is only the first time, hopefully, of many. I get up and put my t-shirt back on, happy, satiated. Until I glance back at the dresser drawer.
I retreat to my room across the hall. So many thoughts swirl through my head. I forget all about his promise of dinner, not inneed of food, but for answers to all the mysteries. I curl into a ball under the covers of my bed, turning away from the door.
A few minutes later, it opens and Saint comes charging in, reaching my bed in two huge paces.
“What are you doing?” I startle.
“What do you thinkyou’redoing?”
“Um, sleeping?”
“Not without me.” Suddenly, he grabs me and hoists me over his shoulder, one arm steadying me behind my knees, the other hand on my backside, squeezing each of my cheeks. “You’ll be sleeping next to me.”
He carries me back to his bed and gently lays me down.
“Are you sure about this? So soon?”
“Don’t deny it. This is what you want. And I do, too.” He brings the blankets up to my chin and tucks me there.
“I just thought, since you didn’t hold me and snuggle after, and went to shower right away, that you were done with me.”
“Never done with you. And if you need snuggles after sex, noted. I’ll do better next time. You’re my angel, not some puck bunny I can’t wait to usher out the door.”
A feeble smile comes to my lips, reading a lot into this. It’s clear he really hasn’t done relationships that well since—my eyes dart to the dresser drawer.
He blocks my view and kisses me. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
I have no words and don’t move a muscle, unsure about what’s going on. Too tired to fight a jumble of emotions building inside of me, I can’t relax.
Next thing I know, he returns with a tray filled with Chinese food boxes. “Dinner is served, my lady. Hope you’re hungry.” He grins and I sputter, a happy tear coming to my eye.
I sit up and plump pillows tall behind us for comfort, making room for him next to me. We eat and talk about our day, and hehas me laughing for an hour about the new guys on the team, until we’re both stuffed. Thank God we did it first before dinner, so my belly wasn’t so swollen.
When we finally turn the lights out, his arms go around me, bringing me into his warm body. We fit so well together, he’s my new comfort place—and I’ll have him every night because this is our bed, according to him. This is everything, and I feel myself falling fast for him, even while the dresser drawer a few feet away harbors a huge secret.
Exhausted to the point I can’t think straight, my eyes fight to stay awake as he continues to whisper in the dark.
“I’m going to need more time with you because you see the real me, Anastasia, like no one has in a long, long time. We won’t waste precious hours anymore because every second together counts.”
“Are we doing this then?” I yawn. “More than roommates?”
“So much more. Now go to sleep, my angel.”
I fade off happier than I’ve been in some time, with a full smile on my face.
16
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I wakeup bright and early with the hardest wood and reach over, but Anastasia isn’t there. After a week of enjoying the most insane and satisfying morning sex with her, that’s disappointing. Pots and pans banging in the kitchen provide a clue to her whereabouts.
