Page 49 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
She sinks onto me, her hands flat against my chest as she rides me like she owns me.I fucking love it.With a surge of primitive need, I wrap my arms around her and flip her onto her back.
I grasp her calf, and she hooks her ankles together at the small of my back. There’s not enough light to see her face, but I don’t need to. Her gorgeous eyes and sexy lips are imprinted in my brain, and my control unravels like a promise in the wind.
She shudders and gasps my name, and it’s fucking incredible how hot that is.Too hot. I hammer her into the bed as she convulses around me, until the whole damn world implodes.
Yes…
I collapse onto the bed by her side and pull her into my arms. Don’t want to move. Don’t want to think. Just want to lie here, with her soft body wrapped around mine. All day. Why not?
Sounds like a plan. Her fingers caress my jaw and trail over my shoulder, and sleep drifts on the horizon.
Next thing I know, sunlight pierces my dreamless mind through a gap in the curtains. I crack open one eye, and Mac’s snuggled against me.
Stealthily, so I don’t wake her, I reach for my watch on the bedside behind me. She stirs, making sexy little moans as she stretches, and I squint at the time.
“Shit, I’m going to be late.” Like, majorly late, and I’m never late for work, even after a heavy night of partying. I untangle myself from her, roll out of bed, and bang my foot on the fallen lamp. I pick it up, and she lets out a long sigh.
“You have the sexiest bottom.”
I sling her a glance over my shoulder. “Perv.”
“Not my fault. If you insist on flashing your bum in my direction, what am I supposed to do?”
I swagger around the bed, making my way to the bathroom. “You really want me to answer that?”
“Rude,” she says, pulling the sheet up so it just covers her nipples.
At the door, I turn to grin at her. Her black hair is a tangled mess, her cheeks are flushed, and she has a sleepy, sated smile on her kiss-bruised lips.
She looks thoroughly fucked.
Guess I shouldn’t be proud of the possessiveness that streaks through me at that, but screw it. I like the way she looks in my bed. And I love that I’m the one who put that sexy glow on her face.
“You got plans for tonight?” Because I sure have. And they involve her.
“Hmmm.” She appears to think about it before cocking her head. “Do you want to watch the latest Reese Witherspoon movie?”
Chick flicks aren’t my first choice in movies, but it feels right watching them with her. “Sure. We can Netflix and chill all night.” I grin, and she throws a pillow at me.
“No, I’m talking about going out. It’s showing at the Electric Cinema. I’ll get the tickets, and we can meet there.”
I’ve never been inside the Electric Cinema, but I know of it. It’s over a hundred years old, and not far from where she lives.
“Sounds good.”
Her smile is sweet, with no hint of the mockery that often lurks there. And as much as I enjoy how she loves winding me up, there’s something adorable in the way she’s gazing at me right now.
I’m looking forward to tonight already.
Chapter Fifteen
Will
Ready when you are.
I send the text to Mac before getting out of my car. I parked down her road, but not so close that her dad could see me if he looks out of the window.
It’s not that I want to hide the fact I’m seeing her, but I don’t want awkward questions. She wants to keep this on the down low, and I’m good with that.
