Wicked wasn’t the kind of guy who stuck around for snuggles.
It still hurt though. Even when I had been expecting it.
He didn’t answer me. But I didn’t have long to wait before he returned. His bulk filling the door frame. A white washcloth in his hand. Dripping on to the carpet.
“I thought…”
A line appeared between his dark eyebrows. “I know what you thought Chelsea. Because I know what you really think of me. Lay back.”
I did what he asked, my head falling back against the soft pillows. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up Chelsea.” His dark whiskey coloured eyes flashed. “Now shut up and let me look after you properly.”
The gruffness in his voice made me smile but I let my legs part as he gently pushed my knees apart. There was no covering myself from his eyes in that position and I blushed hard. I had been as intimate with this man as two people could be and I still blushed.
“So fucking beautiful.” Gently he rubbed the cloth up my thighs, swiping it over my swollen throbbing skin. I hissed in pain but didn’t move away. “I am sorry you are sore.” His voice was growing deeper and deeper.
Risking a look at his face I was surprised to find him staring down at me like the sun shone out of my … well my lady bits.
“I am sorry I hurt you.” He wiped the small smears of blood away with sure but gentle strokes. “If I had known I would have gone slower.” Bending he pressed a kiss of my mound. Sending shockwaves through me.
My hips bucked upwards. All pain forgotten at the feel of his lips on my tender flesh.
Wicked chuckled darkly. “You need to shower but there is no way I would be able to keep my hands off of you if I see you all wet and soapy Chelsea.” The washcloth forgotten his big rough palm came up to cover my breast. “And you are too sore for more tonight.” For a moment Wicked just sat there and palmed my tit. His calloused palm rubbing deliciously against my nipple.
“So you should get some sleep.”
Blinking up at him in surprise I shook my head. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to fool around some more.
“Yes, Chelsea.” He lay back against the pillows with a sigh.
“Are you staying?” I held my breath. By my side, my fingers crossed.
He didn’t answer me at first. Instead, he pulled me towards him. Until I was held snugly at his side. He pulled the sheets up over us. “Yes, I’m staying Chelsea. I’m no way near done with you yet.”
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It was strange, being held in Wickeds arms. I was tired and aches in places that I never thought could ache but sleep wouldn’t come. Maybe it was because I was afraid he wouldn’t be next to me when I woke up? That maybe it was all a vodka induced dream?
“Go to damn sleep Chelsea.” Wicked’s voice was a low rumble as he pulled me more firmly against his front. The rough material of his jeans scraped my ass.
“I can’t.” I wiggled back some more. I could feel him swelling, pushing out the denim. “Why are you still wearing your jeans Wicked? Looking for a quick escape?” I was only half-joking. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up to him being gone but it would still devastate me.
“Because if I’m naked in bed with you Chelsea then my dick will take over my head and I’ll fuck you again.” He sounded tired but when I turned towards him, his eyes were bright. There was no sign of sleep in them. He looked fully awake. And he was staring straight at me.
“Is that such a bad thing?” Cocking my head to the side I studied him.
“No, it’s not a bad thing baby. Believe me, it’s going to happen again but I don’t want you to be too sore.” He said the words I had been praying to hear.
He was going to stay. It was the first step in the relationship I wanted with him.
Relationship.
He was already in a relationship. I wasn’t sure how I had forgotten that he had a girlfriend back home. But in my drunken lust I had.
Wicked was in my bed. I had given him my virginity. Even now he was stroking his calloused fingers up and down my side but when he left here he would be going back to Melody.
“What is this Wicked?” The words tore out of my mouth. I didn’t mean to say them out loud but I couldn’t regret them. I deserved to know. Even if he told me nothing could come of this.