Chapter 16
On the way home, I send Alice a text and confirm she’s spending the night at Emily’s. She replies with a winky face emoji. Being alone with Sully leaves the night open to endless possibilities, hopefully involving us being naked.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Sully sits on the couch and turns on the TV like he already lives here.
“Sure. Go ahead and find something. I’m going to change into something comfier.”
I slip into my bedroom and rummage through my dresser.
If Alice was here, she’d shove sexy lingerie in my face while wiggling her eyebrows.
But I don’t want Sully to think all I want from him is to jump his bones.
The extra-long shirt I bought in Vegas to be PJs and never wore catches my eye.
It’s perfect. The hem hugs my thighs. I’m feeling naughty and slip out of my bra and panties before padding back into the living room.
Sully has Die Hard paused on the screen and ushers me over. I sit next to him and lie against his chest. He’s a firm yet comfy pillow. “I love this movie.”
“It’s a classic.” At least he picked a movie we can make out through and not worry about missing anything.
Thirty minutes later, Sully’s engrossed in the film and I can’t fight my fluttering eyelids anymore and bury my face into the crook of his arm. Right before I drift away, I swear Sully kisses the crown of my head. He places his cheek on top of my head and in his embrace I fall asleep.
My nap doesn’t last long because John McClane is still running around barefoot, but a nightmare scared me awake.
Sully pauses the movie and reaches for my arm as if keeping me from bolting out of the apartment. “What’s wrong?”
“Bad dream.” I move to my side of the couch, bring my legs up to my chest, and pull the shirt over them.
Sully lays a hand on my knee. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s okay. I don’t remember it.”
His hand trails up my thigh. “I’m always here to listen.”
The honesty in his words cracks my heart. “Thank you. You don’t know what it means to have someone listen. My ex constantly pushed everything I felt to the side. Said I was just being dramatic.”
Sully wraps his strong arms around me, burying my face in his chest. “Whatever you feel is important to me. All I want is to see you happy.”
I raise my head and kiss his lips. His hand slides down my back to cup my ass. The shirt rides up and his hand grazes my bare cheek. His blue eyes widen and darken.
My hand strokes the stubble on his cheek. He dips his face into my neck and licks my collarbone. “What am I to do with you, Schatz?” His accent makes me wet.
I climb onto his lap and rub myself against the bulge in his pants. “Whatever you want.”
He pushes me against the arm of the couch and slides his hand along my inner thigh until his fingers tease my clit. “You like this?”
“Mmm.” I buck my hips, trying to increase the pressure. My nipples harden underneath the shirt as my left foot falls to the floor to help open my legs wider.
“I need to see all of you.” He takes my hand and tugs the shirt off in one smooth motion. He cups my right breast and gives it a loving squeeze.
A moan slips out as I hungrily grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. “Off,” I order, and his shirt goes flying. My hands study the hard planes of his chest until they find the perfect V above his waistline.
Sully surprises me by grabbing my thighs, yanking me onto my back, and planting my legs on his shoulders. His nose hovers above my vagina, and I know he can feel the heat radiating from me. He smiles as he dips two fingers inside me, and his tongue wickedly sweeps over my swollen bud.
“Oh, Sully. Shit. Yes.” I lose sense of words and my body when a third finger sinks in and he flicks my G-spot over and over until the air in my lungs turns to fire and my bones melt into jelly.
My body spasms around his fingers and he pushes them in deeper. He sucks on my clit until it’s nothing but nerves. He lets me ride my orgasm out on his hand before gently removing himself.
“You smell sugary sweet.” He licks the stickiness off his fingers. There’s a glint in his eye and then he’s on his feet, pulling me up with him. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms tangle around his neck. “This is my favorite view.” He licks my nipple and gazes into my eyes.
He carries me into my bedroom and sets me on the mattress. His pants and underwear are kicked to the side and he nudges my legs open with his knee. “I hope you don’t plan on swimming straight tomorrow.”
“Don’t work,” is all I can say. My hand strokes his dick, my thumb rubbing against the head.
“Good.” He plunges into me. All I can hear is skin on skin and my heavy breathing.
Sully whispers in German, and I grab his balls, and he spills into me.
He falls next to me onto his back, his chest heaving. “Fuck. I gotta write a song about your body.”
I nuzzle under his arm and listen to his heart pound and slowly return to normal rhythm. “You want to write me a song, my sailor?”
He twirls my nipple gingerly between the pads of his fingers. “Sailor? Huh? Then you’re my mermaid?”
“As you wish.” I close my eyes and press my body to his, molding to him. The room smells of sex. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied.
The only light in my room peeks around the royal purple curtains as the sun rises, turning the sky cotton candy pink and chasing away the stars. I sit up and yank the blanket off before realizing I’m still naked.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, turning to Sully, but all that’s on his side is a pillow.
After a few seconds of searching the apartment, I learn I’m alone.
There’s a freshly brewed pot of coffee and a box of doughnuts on the kitchen counter. A note half hides under the box. I unfold it and read.
I fall into a kitchen chair and glance at the time on the oven’s clock. It’s eight in the morning. I touch my thumb to my ring finger to spin the mermaid ring I never take off, but it’s gone. I stare at my blank hand. What happened to my favorite ring?
My stomach growls, and I bite into a fluffy pink sprinkled doughnut.
After, I shower and pull on some oversized sweats and a Kiss t-shirt.
I refuse to check my text messages. Instead, I drink coffee while standing on my tiny balcony and enjoy a crisp California morning.
The smog is minimal, and I can almost make out the Hollywood sign in the distance.
A day off is sacred with my busy schedule, and I won’t allow anything to ruin it.
I push my missing ring out of my mind and try to remain positive as I sip my delicious coffee.