Chapter Sixteen
We’re lying in bed, hours later, recovering from another round of s*x, legs tangled in the sheets. “You’re beautiful like this, you know,” I say, running a finger down the bridge of her nose.
“You just like me n***d,” she teases.
“I do. But I mean it. I could look at you forever, like this.”
She turns serious. “So you’re saying no matter what happens between us, you’ll never forget this?”
“Never.”
She beams at me. “Good. I don’t want to forget it either.” She runs a hand down my side, pausing at my hip, then dropping to the valley between my hipbone and my pubic bone. She’s discovered it’s a sensitive spot for me, and when she touches me there, it’s pretty much instant arousal. “Can I ask you a question?”
I still. The pat answer should be ‘anything’. But there are so
