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The moment I woke up, I found myself asking my brain if it remembered why I felt like I had made a lot of foolish mistakes last night? And if it could possibly have anything to do with the consumption of lots and lots of alcohol, seeing as it felt like my head had been used as someone’s drum last night. Okay, so granted this was a lot of questions for my poor brain to handle, which was why I closed my eyes again, rolled over and pulled the covers over my head with a groan. But then I felt and heard something I knew I really shouldn’t have and that’s precisely when all my bad mistakes started to crash into me. Starting with the chuckled laughter and shaking of the body next to me.
“Please brain, tell me I am only dreaming again?” I muttered making him say,
“I must say it’s nice to know that dreaming of me in your bed is a regular occurrence.” I groaned before muttering,
“Who said it is?” This was said with the covers still over my head.
“You said the word again.” I closed my eyes tighter and hissed a,
“Damn it.” Naturally, this was Lucius I had woken up next to, so he laughed again. Then he whipped the covers from my head, making me complain with a moan, and not of the ‘making me feel good’ variety.
“Good morning,” he said in a way that sounded far too awake for him to have woken when I had. Hence why I complained,
“Gods, but how can you sound so awake this early in the morning.”
“Because it’s actually the afternoon and you snore when drunk...that, my little Khuba, is why.” I continued to keep my eyes closed, rolled away from him, and said,
“Okay, you can stop talking now.” Again, this amused him. Then I felt him shift his body closer, as he draped an arm around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest...his very naked, hard chest.
“I find it cute,” he hummed behind me, making me warn,
“Lucius, stop talking.” Of course, he ignored me and leaned down to whisper in my ear this time,
“And endearing.”
“Lucius, I said stop talking,” I warned yet again.
“And also, even a little sexy,” he teased making me turn quickly in his arms, so I could slap his big bicep and say,
“I thought I told you...omg you’re completely naked!” I shouted the second I saw the tangled sheet reveal as much. The sight making me react totally irrationally considering our history as I started to scramble backwards. But seeing as this was me, I misjudged the fact we were completely on my side, which meant I fell out of bed with an umpf. Then, after the chuckling had stopped, his head popped over the side and he said in a cocky tone,
“I believe we have been here before.” I threw an arm over my face and grumbled,
“Great, does that mean I am allowed to slap you again?”
“Mmm, well, seeing as I know where it ends...most definitely,” he purred making me groan, even though my cheeks were going red under the cover of my arm.
“Although, I do remember you wearing significantly less clothes at the time,” he said and I felt him pull at the t-shirt I wore, making it tent over my breasts with a pinch of his fingers. It was huge on me and obviously one of his that I had no recollection of changing into.
“As it shall stay,” I told him dryly making him mutter,
“Spoilsport...you know, you were far more accommodating last night.”
“I will now go back to my earlier statement of...Lucius, stop talking.” He laughed and carried on anyway...but of course he did, I thought rolling my eyes under my arm.
“In fact, it was harder to get you into clothes, seeing as you were determined to keep taking them off and throwing them at me.” I lifted my arm and muttered up at it,
“Oh my Gods, you’re evil.” He ignored this and continued to add to my horror,
“I can honestly say, that in all my years, I have never felt so much like a rock star as I did last night.”
“Correction, make that primeval,” I muttered making him laugh.
“Are you intending to stay down there for the rest of the day?”
“Yes, at least until I am thirty,” I told him, hearing for myself the grin... how, I didn’t know but I would have put money on it being there.
“Then should I join you and we can make camp?” I couldn’t help it, I laughed at that.
“I never took you for the boy scout type, Lucius.”
“That depends, are they wine drinkers or beer?” This brought back some memories of how the night started, making me want to gasp in horror as they started to flow back to me. But instead of giving anything away I told him,
“The only grape you will find those kids drinking is of the Kool-Aid variety.” Of course, he saw through my bullshit strained response and said,
“Your memories of last night are starting to come back to you, aren’t’ they?”
“No, they are not, and I swear if you mention the D word, then I will shoot you...I’m getting quite good with a gun now, you know.”
“Yes, but like you said, they take murder quite seriously here...now come back on the bed,” was his answer.
“No, I’m fine down here and given your last comment, I think it’s safer for you if I...hey!” I complained the second I felt him get out of bed, lifting me into his arms before putting me back in bed.
“And just what D word is it you’re referring to?” he asked, now I was back in his arms and I had to admit, there was most definitely worse places to be.
“Lucius,” I said his name in warning, as he started to whisper,
“Dinner?”
“Lucius,” I continued to warn him on a growl,
“Drinking?” he tried again, making me raise my hands to my ears and say,
“Lalalala, not listening.” Then I felt him shackle my wrists and forcefully pull my hands down so he could whisper against my jaw this time,
“Dancing.” I turned my face away and shouted,
“Gaaahh!”
“Be at ease, sweetheart, the night was an enjoyable one and that is all that matters,” he told me, his voice sincere and comforting.
“Well, at least I wasn’t sick this time,” I pointed out making him chuckle.
“There is also that.” I finally decided it was time to get serious, so I rolled back to face him, so we were both on our sides. Then I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear in a nervous gesture. He watched me do it silently, with a half-smile playing at his lips.
“Ask your question, Amelia.”
“It’s just...did we, I mean last night...did we, you know?” I said rolling my hand around in between us making him grab it in his and pull it close to his lips so he could start biting on the tips of my fingers. Then he repeated,
“Did we...? You’re gonna have to be more specific here...I believe we did lots of things last night.” I rolled my eyes, ignoring that spark of heated amber in his eyes and said,
“Did we have sex, Lucius?”
“See that wasn’t too hard now, was it?”
“Kind of part of my question, Lucius.” I responded dryly, referring to his obvious manhood that usually needed to be hard to achieve what I was getting at. Something Lucius clearly didn’t have any difficulties with, seeing as the bloody thing always looked ready!
“As disappointing as it is for me to admit, the answer is no, we did not. As trust me, sweetheart, one you would have remembered and two, my preference in a partner during the act is for them to be a little more coherent than you’re drunken state allowed.” God’s, but I swear he was trying to get my cheeks to melt right off the bone! A fact he didn’t fail to notice seeing as he was currently running the back of a finger down my heated skin.
“But I remember you carrying me to the bed and then us kissing and then...well granted, I don’t remember much after that,” I confessed.
“That’s because before that part of the night could continue as I would have liked, your head touched the pillow and you passed out.”
“And this?” I asked looking down at myself, referring to his t shirt.
“That was to hide the temptation from waking you up by continuing where we left off...it was for both our benefits, trust me, getting you out of your dress was torturous enough,” he said and looked strained as if the memory flashed back to him. My chuckle prompted him to add,
“I’m talking medals need to be purchased and awarded here, Amelia.” I blushed at this and tucked in my chin to smile. At this he got closer to me, lifted my face to his and whispered,
“Big, huge, fucking medals.” So, I tried to talk past my smirk and said,
“I will see what they have on Amazon.” He laughed at this and flicked my nose before shifting back and giving me at least a few more inches of space.
“Wow, I don’t even remember what it was we ate for dinner,” I said after my stomach chose that moment to growl.
“That would be down to the four cocktails before it and the three after it...don’t worry, I made sure you ate, and you hydrated,” he said nodding to the bottle of water next to the bed that was half empty.
“And the reason we are in bed together and you’re...erm, well clearly naked?” At this he grinned, looking down at himself and the abundance of muscles on show...I mean jeez, a girl didn’t have a chance! Especially when he lifted the sheet that was once again rested at his waist. Then he looked down at his body, one that was making a statement of saying hello to me in a very ‘erected’ and obvious way,
“Well, would you look at that, I am naked...oops.” At this I laughed and shook my head at his obvious playful mood.
“As for sharing a bed, it’s my bed, sweetheart.” I looked around the room, and seemingly taking it in for the first time now I was sober. I looked up to see the beautiful mosaic masterpiece on the domed ceiling, making me wonder what I had said about this room last night.
It looked like some King’s bedchamber, making you ask yourself what era of history you had woken up in. With its archways of mixed blocks of sandstone and rose coloured marble, framed with even more mosaic tiles in its carved alcoves. Even the floor of pale stone framing the centre square of rose/orange marble, made the room warm and tranquil. And like the rest of the suite, it was adorned with chunky wooden furniture, with the bed being no exception. The headboard was a ladder of thick twisted spindles that matched the two larger ones at the end of the bed. White sheets and a plush wine-red comforter that now lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and half draped over the bench seat at the bottom.
But his comment about it being his bed made me point out,
“Ah, so what you’re saying is the extent of your gentlemanly ways is limited to opening doors and passing menus?” I asked after propping my head up on my hand with my elbow to the bed. He smirked and said,
“Do I look like the type of guy to sleep on a fucking couch...especially with such a temptation in my bed?” I tried not to blush again or bite my fingertips, instead giving him my sass,
“I don’t know, Lucius, you’re not the type of guy to drink wine and you’re not the type of guy to sleep on the couch...”
“And your point is exactly?”
“Just peeling back the layers, handsome,” I said with a shrug.
“Well, whilst you’re peeling, then you should know that I am also the type of guy who puts his woman to bed when she drinks too much and passes out, instead of the way I had intended her to pass out. I am also the type of guy who hides that temptation and doesn’t take advantage of the beauty at my fingertips.” I released a shuddered breath I tried to hide, as his words hit their mark as intended.
“And just how did you intend for it to go?” I was almost too scared to ask,
“If you have to ask me that question, then I believe a history lesson will be in order.” Another shudder later and I was backtracking.
“You know what, I think the answer just came to me, so I’m good.” I practically squeaked out the answer making him smirk. Then I reached for the water, opened the cap, and said,
“Well, lucky for you, looking after drunken girls seemed to be your forte, and takes precedence over your less than gentlemanly ways...t-shirt or not.” At this I started to drink the water, which ended in a high-pitched shout of horror the second after he said,
“Is that so...um, time for another lesson then.” After this he grabbed me and just as he was quickly shifting me beneath him, the open bottle of water went everywhere. Splashing his face but mainly it went over me and ended up soaking the front of my white t shirt. One that quickly started to turn see-through.
“Lucius!” I called his name and then to prove how little he cared, he shook his head at me, making the water from his hair drip over me as he laughed. Then he grabbed the bottle and tossed it to the side, before running a hand through his now damp hair, pushing it back so that the longer parts weren’t in his face. Gods, but the sight was one that would certainly feature in my fantasies...that was if I could ever get my fingers back up to the task of helping a girl out in sexual frustration!
But then my breath caught in my throat the second he started to scan down the front of my body. My pounding chest making my breasts rise and fall under the wet cotton, and well, his grin said it all even when his words followed,
“I must say, sugar, I am enjoying the view...immensely.” The way he said this last word was like a promise of what was to come and the way my nipples were now straining up against the wet material...well, I would say that the traitorous bitches were responding.
“Lucius.” His name slipped out on a moan the second the back of his fingers skimmed across one taut nipple. But at the breathy sound of his name escaping my lips was when his restraint snapped. His lips were suddenly on me, his weight pressing me into the bed, and I found myself arching up to meet him. Then I felt the material on my top get tight as he quickly had it bunched in his hand at my back. It became so tight across my breasts that the wet material felt like it had become a second layer of skin, one he was very interested in exploring. I knew this the moment he left my lips and dipped his head down so he could take a wet nipple into his eager mouth. Doing so straight through the material and making me cry out at the intense pleasure that zapped through me like some sexual bolt of lightning!
“Gods,” I muttered on a sigh and his lips spread into a knowing grin around my nipple before he started biting it and this time I cried out,
“Fuck!”
Now this made him chuckle before telling me above my flesh,
“That’s better.” Then he went back to it, driving me wild. And just as I felt myself getting lost in the feel of it all, something kept nagging at me. Something I wanted to ignore, knowing how desperate I had been for him. But as I felt his hand skimming down my belly, letting me know where his destination was, this was when it really started to scream at me. The fucking doubts! Which was why, in the end, it was my own words that woke me up from this dangerous fantasy,
“Gods, that feels so good...so good...Lucius wait!” I shouted at the same time shackling his wrist and stopping him from going any further. This was because a memory of last night finally made it through and now wouldn’t leave me. It was one of the things I had asked him in my drunken mind,
“Why is it called a goodbye, when there was nothing good about it?” I repeated the question as it came to me and his head rose slowly from my breast. One look at my face was all it took for him to know the problem. As he too remembered the reasons I had even asked this of him last night.
We had our goodbyes and they had hurt...they had near fucking destroyed me!
“And there she goes again,” he muttered raising himself up from me.
“I can’t do this...I can’t let myself...”
“Ssshh, stop, Amelia,” he said sternly before taking me in his arms and holding the back of my head to his chest, before telling me,
“We are still due that chat you and I, which I will give you as I know you need it....” Then he eased his hold and tugged on my hair a little telling me to look back at him,
“Just as long as you realise that after we do, this...what we have right here...it doesn’t change a thing.” I swallowed hard and forced his name through my lips, intent on telling him I didn’t even know what.
“Lucius, I...” he quickly interrupted me, obviously not taking any chances on what I was about to say.
“I am not going anywhere...End. Of. Discussion.” His firm voice brooked no argument in the matter, so I didn’t even try.
“Now this is what is going to happen, I am going to order us some room service whilst you have a shower.”
“So, I need one then?” I asked on a laugh. He grinned and told me,
“You taste just find to me, sweetheart, even if you do smell like a cocktail bar.” Then he caught me under my chin and gave it a little playful shake before he left the bed, walking away now with his gorgeous ass on show making me say,
“Oh, come on! Seriously, give a girl a chance!” He chuckled to the sound of my rant and whilst completely naked stood there with the hotel phone in hand as he ordered a selection of food to be brought up. This was when I thought it best to get my ass up, one that thankfully wasn’t on show due to his t-shirt looking more like a short dress on me...a wet one.
Then, whilst he was preoccupied, I ran into the bathroom and did what was needed, ending up in his shower once more. In fact, I was just enjoying the solitude and the feel of the powerful jets raining down on me when a very powerful and also, very naked figure walked around the shower wall and joined me. My hands flew to my girly bits making him raise an eyebrow and tell me,
“Even if I didn’t already have every inch of you burned to my memory, then the image of you without your dress on from only last night will be...everlasting,” he said, whispering this last word down at me before taking my place and ducking his head under the spray, making it near hard to breathe at just the sight. Then I heard him clear his throat before asking with a knowing grin,
“You finished or do you want me to help?” I bit my lip, blushed, and told him in a shy voice,
“I’ve finished.” Then as I turned from him, I felt a hand span my belly as he pulled me back against his naked front as he rumbled in my ear a growled insight to his thoughts.
Thoughts that soaked me much more than the shower did, for his words felt more like a promise...
“Now that is a shame.”