The first nights we were together, I wore his plain black t-shirt to bed but I don’t even bother anymore since he always takes it off me. He sleeps butt-naked and I can never even see him without wanting to jump his sexy bones. Remy is made to advertise everything that is manly, muscular, and sexy. I think that’s where a lot of his millions have come from. Advertising boxing gloves, some whip-fast jump rope, a sports drink, and a brand of sexy, tight, white boxer briefs.
He looks positively delish in those.
Tonight we’re both na**d and deliciously entangled, and my sexy blue-eyed lion now seems content to have petted me for a long while, until I feel groomed down to my bones.
He’s pinned me to his side while his head rests on the bed headboard, and I notice one of his long, thick legs restlessly moves under the sheets. He doesn’t seem even the least bit tired.
“Are you getting … speedy?” I ask groggily, turning in his arms, hating that I’m now also using the term.
“I'm just thinking.” Smiling to comfort me, he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “But if I ever get out of hand with you ...” He reaches into his laptop carry case, which is on the nightstand, and retrieves a syringe with a clear liquid. He hands it to me with the cap on.
Wincing, I ease away from it like he’s going to use it on my butt. “No, Remy, don't ask me this.”
“It’s just to make sure I don't hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me.”
He groans and rakes his free hand through his damp hair, pulling in frustration. “I can. I can very well get crazy over you.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know how you make me feel! I…” He snaps his mouth shut and a muscle jumps restlessly in his jaw as he clenches. “I get jealous, Brooke, when I'm normal,” he says, his expression fiercely bleak. “I don’t want to know what I’m going to do when I'm black. I get jealous of Pete, of Riley, of your friend, of anyone who gets to spend time with you. I'm even jealous of me.”
“What?”
“I'm jealous of being with you and not remembering what I did to you. What you said to me.”
My insides diffuse with tenderness. “I’ll tell you, Remy.” Reaching out to turn his sexy dark head to me, I kiss his jaw.
He’s still restless.
“Come here, Rem.” Taking the syringe, I set it carefully on the nightstand on his side, then I pull his head down to my chest and kiss his forehead as I massage the back of his neck with strong, nimble fingers. He groans and plops his face down on my br**sts, instantly relaxed.
“Thanks for bringing her up,” I whisper, into his hair.
“I can bring up your parents. Do you want me to?” He sounds sober when he asks, nuzzling my bare puckered nipple.
“No,” I laugh.
He’s so protective and so unexpectedly giving that I just want to crawl into his big, lean body and curl myself in a ball and live inside his big gentle heart, because that’s the only place I’m interested in living in.
“Your sister.” He seems entranced with my nipple, looking at it and rubbing a thumb over it as I keep working on his nape. “I’m going to get her back to you, Brooke.”
My stomach tangles. I definitely, definitely want him to forget I even mentioned Nora. “No, Remy, I think she’s going to be all right and we should just leave her alone, please. Just fight for me and you. All right?”
He stays in my arms for a bit, but when my hands start slacking and I’m dozing off, he gets up.
“Come sleep with me,” I thickly whimper. “Don’t get up.”
He comes back with his iPad and I snuggle to his side as though magnetized. He uses my hip to prop it up and turns off the lamp for me.
“You’re going to hurt your eyes,” I complain.
“Shhh, Mother, I’ve just lowered the glare.”
He licks me, and I lick him back, and we laugh together.
“Did Pete tell you your parents went looking for you?” I ask.
“Yeah. I sent them some money. That’s what they want.”
My eyebrows come down. “They said they wanted to see you.”
“That’s what they say. They never wanted to see me until my face was public.”
“That’s a shame on them.” I feel instantly protective and don’t want him to feel bad, so I tenderly cup his jaw. “It’s such a handsome face.”
He chuckles, the soft vibrations reaching me. Delighting at his closeness, his warmth, the scent of his body, I turn in his arm and bury my face into his neck so the light doesn't bother me, and as I’m dozing off, I hear crunching sound and a fresh, liquid drop of something splatters on my cheek.
I frown. “Remy.”
“Sorry.” He kisses the spot where the drop fell and licks it up, and I groan in unbidden desire.
He playfully nips my mouth and his lips taste of apple. I love it, and suddenly I’m wide awake, feeling hungry and it’s not for apple. I love his smell, the feel of him, his eyes, his touch, I love sleeping with him, showering with him, running with him. I feel crazy. Crazy about him. Okay, I'm going to go to sleep before I break out in song. Instead I hear myself speak.
“Remington…” I murmur in a question, my voice groggy but already thickened with arousal.
He puts the iPad aside and his hand coasts up my curves. He clamps his fingers around my waist and draws me to his length, where I can feel he’s hard and ready. I’m so ready for him, I was born ready.
He ducks to kiss me, murmuring, Hmm, that’s what I was hoping for.