Chapter 6
Warm sunlight gently coaxes me from a delicious slumber.
I blink slowly, savoring the exquisite satisfied ache from between my legs.
Strong arms tighten around my waist and I melt against the solid wall of Leo’s chest, reveling in this seemingly perfect moment.
I feel cherished, protected, wholly content.
“Good morning, my sweet girl,” Leo rumbles, nuzzling his face into the sensitive crook of my neck. His stubble scrapes me lightly, and I shiver as all my nerve endings awaken. It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up in someone’s arms. I could get used to this.
I give a tiny smile, knowing he can’t see it. “Mmm...morning.” I wiggle against him suggestively, delighting in his soft moan as I brush against his growing hardness. I play innocent and keep my tone light. “Sleep well?”
“Like a rock, with you in my arms.” He nibbles my earlobe, voice still gravelly from sleep. “You wore me out. I’m not a young man anymore.”
I roll over to face him, trailing a finger down his chest and enjoying the light covering of hair that accentuates our differences. “You certainly kept up with me just fine. More than fine.” Images of our passionate night are burned in my brain, and I blush. “I may never walk straight again.”
Leo chuckles, a deep, sexy sound. He catches my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each finger. “Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. You’re exquisite when you let go.” His hazel eyes darken with remembered lust. “I could feast on you for days.”
My heart flutters wildly at his words. I open my mouth to respond when he puts a finger over my lips and says, “Let me make you breakfast. Relax here.”
Leo presses a quick kiss to my palm before sliding out of bed and shrugging on a plush robe. “To be continued,” he promises with a heated look.
I stretch languorously, enjoying the decadent feel of the smooth sheets against my naked body. I can’t remember the last time I felt this pampered. It’s heavenly.
Since I’m not sure how long he’ll be gone, I get out of the comfy bed with regret and take a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth.
He has an unopened toothbrush on the counter that I assume is for me.
How often does he have women over if he keeps extra toothbrushes for them?
I push the thought aside. I don’t want to ruin my mood.
I’m back in bed by the time Leo wheels a cart into the room, the delectable scents of rich coffee and something sweet making my mouth water.
He lifts silver domes with a flourish, revealing a gourmet spread: fluffy scrambled eggs speckled with herbs, glistening bacon, flaky golden croissants, fresh strawberries, and dainty glasses of orange juice.
A red rose in a crystal bud vase adds an elegant finishing touch.
“Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me,” I say, propping myself up against the pillows.
“You deserve to be spoiled.” Leo settles next to me, handing me one of the glasses of orange juice.
I take a sip. “Delicious. Thank you.”
He smiles. “I aim to please.” Picking up a fork, he gathers some fluffy egg onto it and holds it to my lips. “Open up.”
I obey and he slips the fork into my mouth. Flavor bursts across my taste buds—creamy eggs seasoned with a hint of garlic, chives, and cheese. I let out an appreciative groan. “Oh my god. I could get used to waking up like this.” The words slip out unguarded.
Leo’s eyes soften. “I’d like nothing more than to wake up with you every morning. Feed you, worship this gorgeous body...”
My pulse quickens at his tender words. I want that too, so badly I ache, but doubt trickles in. As much as I’m relishing this blissful escape, we’ve only just met. This passionate fantasy has an expiration date.
Leo notices my change in demeanor. “What is it, lass? Where did you go just now?”
I hesitate, focusing on my juice. I don’t want to taint our time together with real world worries. But his eyes are so earnest and caring, I feel the truth spilling out.
“It’s just...I have some things I have to figure out. My living situation, for one.” I worry the edge of the sheet between my fingers. “Like I said, I have to move out by Thanksgiving.”
He feeds me another bite of egg. While I’m chewing, he asks, “You don’t have any idea where you’re going to move to?”
I swallow the bite of eggs, avoiding eye contact. “Not yet. There’s a complication I have to take care of first.”
“Complication?” His voice is sharp, and I wish I had never brought the subject up.
I shrug uncomfortably. “I haven’t found a new place I can afford, I’m going to look around some more.”
Warm fingers cover my fidgeting hands. “I want to help, Alice. Please, let me take care of the rent for you. At least until you get on your feet.”
My head snaps up, eyes wide. “What? No, I couldn’t possibly accept that. We barely know each other. It’s too much, and I don’t know when I could pay you back.”
“I want to do this for you,” he says gently, squeezing my hands. “It would be a gift, not a loan. No expectations.”
I search his face, seeing only open affection and sincerity. Tears well up and I have to blink them away. “You’re too good to be true,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do. You deserve everything your heart desires.” He cups my face, thumbs sweeping my cheekbones. “Now humor a man who has more money than he needs. Let me do this for you.”
Emotion swells in my chest, stealing my breath. How is this man even real? Did the universe plop me into his lap last night because I needed help? “Okay,” I say softly. “Thank you.”
His answering smile warms me. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that quickly makes my head swim and all thoughts of my troubles scatter.
We lose ourselves in each other again, the breakfast tray pushed carelessly aside.
Leo maps every curve and hollow with reverent hands and mouth, bringing me to dizzying peaks over and over until I’m a quivering mess.
When he finally slides his cock inside me, I cry out his name like a prayer, seeing galaxies explode behind my eyelids. I’ve never felt this intense, soul-deep connection before. I cling to his shoulders, meeting his powerful thrusts–desperate to make this exquisite feeling last.
After another amazing orgasm, we lay tangled together as our breathing slows. In the hazy afterglow, it’s easy to imagine this is more than one weekend. That he’ll invite me over occasionally for a wonderful few days.
I know this bubble we’re in right now will pop eventually, but I push those thoughts away and just enjoy his solid warmth and offer of help. I feel boneless and utterly happy. It’s a perfect moment where nothing exists but us.
For however long I can hold on to it.