Page 37 of A Murderous Crow
I went to her and asked quietly, “Would you like one of my shirts to sleep in?”
“Would you mind?” she asked, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
“Not at all,” I said, and I went into the bedroom and took up the light blue shirt I’d been wearing earlier at dinner. I held it open to her, and she shrugged into it, letting the towel slip to the floor beneath it as she quickly buttoned it down the front.
I stood behind her and rolled back the sleeves for her while she did, making her laugh and giggle.
She turned around, looked up at me, and asked me gravely, “Why do you want me to stay?”
I answered her truthfully. “I sleep better with someone in my bed. I like the warmth and the softness. Call me a pussy or a weak-ass motherfucker if you want, but it’s true.” I shrugged. “Still, I don’t let just anyone into my bed. Usually, if I bring a woman home, I use the apartment above the carriage house and let them think that’s my place.”
I didn’t know why I told her that. I probably shouldn’t have, but she was an exception to my rules in more than a few ways.
She looked up at me and asked, “No shit?”
I tipped her chin just a little bit more and whispered, “No shit,” against her lips before I brushed mine against them.
“Huh.” She covered one foot with the other and looked positively adorable, fresh-faced, and in my shirt.
“Bedtime,” I told her, and turned her about and marched her back into the bedroom. I pulled back the blankets and let her crawl in first, joining her and tucking her against me. She lay her head on my shoulder in the dark of the room, and it was nice.
Chapter Fifteen
Savannah…
I lay awake in the dark for a long time, thinking about everything. Corbett wasn’t what I thought he was, but there was still so much about him that I didn’t understand. Still, after how he had cuddled me in the bath and talked through everything, I could only come to one conclusion.
He genuinely felt bad about what I guess we had dubbed “round two” from tonight, and that we had both so wildly misunderstood one another. I could see it now that my act had become entirely too real to him, and that he genuinely had no clue that I wasn’t elite in any way, nor that I didn’t come from rich stock.
On the one hand, I was proud of myself that things got as far as they did before I’d given myself away. On the other hand, I was low-key afraid that he would start prying and out me to the rest of Savannah’s elite as a huckster and a fraud.
I hoped not.
I would keep his secrets if he would keep mine.
Yes, the second round had been super overwhelming and had left me wrapped around the proverbial axle, but I had to confess, I’d still enjoyed facets of it. Now that we had a better understanding, I didn’t feel so off-center or insecure.
No-strings-attached fun.
I’d never really done casual sex, but to get more of the utter damned ecstasy I’d felt on that dining room table, I was willing to give it a whirl.
You only live once,I thought to myself, and I sighed deeply.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” Corbett nuzzled behind my ear and kissed me lightly, the sensation sending a sweep of goose flesh down my arm and along my back.
“I have a lot to think about,” I murmured.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked, cuddling me closer, pulling me back into him.
“No,” I said, and I was a little surprised, but not that I meant it.
“Then what is there to think about so hard?” he asked.
“I’ve… I’ve never done casual sex before,” I confessed, and I blushed.
“Ah.” He sounded like he understood, then followed up with a curious, “Really?”
“Really.” I turned in his embrace to face him, tucking the arm toward the mattress between us, the other I laid over his trim waist.
