We didn’t have sex this morning. We didn’t need to.
He came listening to me moan while he showed me what I’ve been missing in the shower.
I came while being horrified that I liked it.
He sips his coffee, and his dark eyes rise to mine, and I feel myself flush in the face.
He raises an eyebrow in question. “What?”
“Nothing.” I smile bashfully.
He smiles knowingly and goes back to his paper, totally unfazed and utterly gorgeous.
I glance around at the people sitting at the tables in the restaurant. Can they tell what we’ve been doing?
I feel like a teenager again, experiencing everything for the first time.
Sex with Christopher Miles isn’t just sex . . . it’s an apocalyptic event in history.
A revelation for womankind.
Who knew . . .
“What are we doing today, Grumps?” he asks casually.
I smile goofily. More of that . . . please. “I don’t know. We have another night in heaven, so I will need to collect some clothes from the hostel, and then”—I shrug—“what do you want to do?”
“Maybe a swim at the beach.” He twists his lips. “I need a new book to read, and I want to find a sex shop.”
“Shh,” I whisper as I look around guiltily. “Keep your voice down.”
He smirks at my embarrassment. “Sex shop,” he mouths.
“What book do you want to get?” I ask to change the subject.
“Don’t know yet. I’ll see what grabs me.” His phone buzzes on the table, and the name Elliot lights up the screen. He answers it. “Hi.” He chuckles and traces his finger in a circle on the table as he listens. “Perfect.”
I listen intently.
“No, it was good.” He smiles. “Thanks for organizing it.”
They’re talking about the hotel room.
“Hayden”—his eyes rise to meet mine—“she was fucking incredible.” He gives me the best come-fuck-me look in all of history.
I feel myself blush.
Jeez. Does he have to tell his brother everything?
“Uh-huh,” he answers, and then he laughs out loud once more. What’s so damn funny?
The waitress comes over to collect our plates. She leans over Christopher, and her eyes linger on him a little too long. She wipes the table down and smiles playfully as she waits for him to notice.
Huh?
I’m sitting right here, bitch.
He continues to chat, completely unaware of her.
The thing is, I know how much female attention Christopher receives, and I get it—he’s utterly gorgeous. It annoyed me before how brazen these women who flirt with him are, but now that I am actually sleeping with him, it’s downright infuriating.
She lingers and lingers, waiting for him to make eye contact with her.
What the hell?
She leans over him again, and he glances up. She gives him a sexy smile, and his brow furrows. He’s noticed it too.
Right, that’s it.
“Are you taking your time on purpose so you can ogle my boyfriend?” I ask her.
She turns to me, startled.
Christopher smirks and nods behind her back.