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Her eyes went wide, and she started to laugh. “I really think you mean that.”
“I do.” He stroked her cheek. “how are you feeling?”
“Wonderful. No longer drunk because hello! Amazing sex and you managed to replace the euphoria of the champagne with something much more potent.”
“Happy to be of service,” he chuckled.
Her eyes dropped to his chest, and he held his breath.
“Um, I don’t know what this means.”
“What do you think it means?” He countered.
Her eyes lifted to his. “It complicates things.”
“It does, yes.”
She took in a deep breath. “We should talk about it.”
“I thought we were doing so.”
“In detail.”
“Or we go with the flow and enjoy ourselves. Look at me.” When she did, he continued. “I enjoyed you.” He wanted to say so much more, but he knew she was far from ready. “We continue to enjoy each other and see where it goes.”
She gave him a steady look. “And if and when you decide that you want to leave?”
“If I don’t?” He asked it casually.
“You will.”
He tamped down the impatience. “I am going to consider that you have been hurt in the past by men who are not really men, but I would kindly ask you not to compare me with them. It is insulting and a bit of a bruising to my pride.”
She bit her lip to stop from laughing at his annoyed expression. The sex had blown her out the water and she was still shivering in the aftermath. More than that, she wanted to do it again.
“Fair enough.” She inclined her head. “There is no comparison anyway. You are – you were indescribable.”
His expression cleared.
“Thank you.”
She nodded. “I need to ask you something.”
“Ask away.”
She dropped her gaze to his chest and twirled her finger through the dense fark hairs.
“Sherrian?” He prodded.
“Um, give me a second.” She sucked in a breath. “What if I wanted an encore?”
He went still and could swear his heart stopped.
“Then I would be honor bound to oblige you.” He told her thickly.
Chapter 9
He considered that he deserved a bloody medal, certainly an award for endurance for allowing her to use his body as a testing ground.