Page 82 of Perfume Girl

Jesus, last night…the memory of us rolling around and going at it like two crazed lovers came flooding back. I savored the way she’d reacted to me, the way she’d stared into my eyes in awe as I thrust deeper, wanting to send over the edge again and again. It had been all I’d wanted—her writhing in pleasure, her screaming through another climax, her reaction to the way my cock owned her—the need was becoming addictive.

Unfamiliar emotions were stirring deep inside me, and I knew it was the way she responded to every kiss I gave her, every caress, every thrust that made her come in my arms.

Spending time with her was all I wanted to do today.

I could still smell her on me, that erotic scent that sent shivers up my spine. And her taste,God, her taste was exquisite. I could see myself becoming obsessed with this woman.

Both my mind and cock responded with ayeswhen I heard Raquel moving around in the bathroom.

I climbed out of bed and strolled over to the closed door.

“Everything okay?” I asked, with a quick knock.

Code for let me in so I can see you.

“I’ll be out in a second,” she called back.

Rubbing a hand over my stubble, I walked over to the closet and found a robe, pulling it on and marveling at my level of introspection. I cared what she thought about me. Usually, I’d be proud to show what was on the agenda before breakfast, but with her, I sensed I’d have to traverse all matters of the heart mindfully.

My questions could wait for now. This…this was what we both needed and business could wait.

The bathroom door opened and I stared at Raquel—the breathtaking morning version of her. She’d used my comb on her shiny locks, and now lush tendrils fell neatly around her face. Her mascara had been wiped away, giving her a fresh, natural appearance. She’d wrapped herself in a towel to hide her curves.

I stepped closer. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she said, peering up at me. “How are you?”

“Never better. Come back to bed.”

“Did I wake you?”

I shook my head and gestured toward the bed. As she walked past me, I reached out and grabbed her towel, whipping it off her. She laughed and hurried to get back under the duvet.

Letting my robe slip open, I caught her gaze roaming over my body as she dragged her teeth across her lip seductively.

“Move over,” I said, climbing into bed.

I pulled her close and she rested her head on my chest. This snuggling was what I’d missed earlier when I’d first awoken. It wasn’t something I’d ever allowed myself to enjoy in the past, but she was impossibly huggable and I pressed my lips to her forehead to let her know how I was feeling.

She reached up and traced her fingers along my jaw. “How come you look this good in the morning?”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Her tenderness was something I’d craved without even knowing it. Her affection seemed pure and, even after all my threats, she still looked at me as though she saw a decent man.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked.

“I have everything I need right here.” She wrapped her arms around me and let out a contented sigh.

I traced a fingertip up and down her arm. “Last night…”

Her concerned gaze snapped to mine.

“How do you feel about it?” I asked.

“You mean the part where you saved my life?”

I shook my head, recalling that near disaster. I’d pushed the memory out of my mind because the consequences were too devastating to contemplate. “I meant me fucking you hard, Raquel.”