CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KIM

Waking up with arms wrapped around me is a foreign feeling. My first thought is, “he hasn’t left. That’s good.”

I try to wriggle out of his arms without waking him. I’m not successful.

“Where are you going?” he murmurs, watching me.

This is uncomfortable for me. “The bathroom.”

He releases me, and I hurry off. Relieve myself, wash up, and brush my teeth. Meander back to the bedroom. He’s lying there with a leg cocked. I want to take a picture and frame it. I walk toward him, holding his gaze. He lifts the blanket, an open invitation to come back to bed.

“Do you have anywhere to be this morning?” I ask him as I slide under the covers.

I figured he has to work, but I wish he would stay.

“Nothing I need to rush away for,” he tells me as he draws me back into his arms.

His hands glide along my back, giving me goose bumps. I like the roughness of his calloused hands against my skin. I’m soaking wet by the time his fingers find their way between my legs. He pushes one finger into me, hitting me just so. I can’t help but groan and move my hips, encouraging him to rub even harder. The man seems to know what I want, because he pushes another finger in and rams away.

“Yessss,” I cry out.

“You like that, babe?”

I can’t answer him because an orgasm grips me. He swings one of my legs over his shoulder and shimmies closer to me. The other leg he brings to his hips, so I’m fully displayed, and he can see how wet and ready I am for him. Which is a good thing because he pushes his cock into me slowly, filling me to the hilt. Ohhh, boy.

I don’t think he can go any further without splitting me in two. Then he grasps my hips and forges into me, over and over and over again. I get a stranglehold on his dick. How can he keep going?

“Don’t you come yet,” he urges.

I try to hold off, but two more thrusts, and I’m done for. My body trembles with a pleasure so intense that I need to scream when I hit the peak. Josh propels into me once more and spills his seed inside of me. No condom again. How can we keep forgetting? It’s not intentional. Again, I’ll worry about it later. At the moment, I’m too damned tired to care. My body is spent and sore in places I never imagined, and all I want to do is fall asleep in his arms. And that’s exactly what I do.

My phone ringing is what wakes me up. I want to ignore it. It can’t be one of my friends because they always text me. The phone stops ringing but starts right up again. Gall dang it. Josh moves next to me but doesn’t wake. I slip out of bed, grab my phone off the nightstand, and hurry into my bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me.

I look down at my phone. What now? I hit ‘Accept’ and don’t say anything, because I don’t need to.

“Got a wonderful modeling opportunity for you,” she starts. “They want you desperately.”

I roll my eyes because it’s the same thing every time. Whenever she’s short of money, she shops me around to the fashion houses for runway gigs. I’ve been done with that for over a year now, but Mom doesn’t seem to get it.

I brush my hair while she drones on.

Mom has been furious with me since I told her I was finished. Modeling was her dream, not mine.

“Mom,” I interrupt, “I’m not doing any more jobs. I’m sorry.”

Like all the other times, she yells that I’m an ungrateful, snot-nosed brat. I hang up. Don’t need to hear it anymore.

I sit down on the edge of the tub. A throat clears. Josh is watching me. How much of the conversation did he hear? Not much, I hope.

He walks toward me, wearing nothing but his underwear. Yummy. I notice the scars on his chest, his stomach, his side. How is it possible that the scars make him even more attractive? I don’t know.

“You want to talk about it?” he asks.

“Well …”