I brush her hair before handing her a case and solution for her contacts, and then a pair of prescription glasses.
“See,” I say as I give her a pink toothbrush.
“Yeah, I know, I know. I don’t need anything,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I walk into her closet to grab a pair of cozy pajamas for her and make my way back into the bathroom. She’s flossing when I come back in. “Before you rush to conclusions, I bought these for you.” I kneel as she finishes flossing, pulling the silk pajama pants up her long, smooth legs. Unable to help myself, I kiss up as I go. Helping to pull the pajama top over her head, I’m satisfied that they fit perfectly.Easy when you have them tailored to her measurements.I kiss the top of her wet head and walk to my closet to change into something comfortable as well.
I’d like nothing more than to hold her in my arms all night with nothing between us, but I don’t think my dick could stand the torture of feeling her skin against mine.
When I walk back into the room, she’s lying under the covers in her pink-striped pajama set, wearing glasses, with a long, wet braid hanging over her shoulder. It’s the most beautiful she’s ever been. My mind flashes with thoughts of her in a thousand different pajama sets. Or out of them, with a ring on her finger, a big belly…Getting a little ahead of yourself there, Ledger.But it feels like destiny. Thismustbe how Armstrong felt on the moon, or how Beethoven felt writing his Ninth Symphony. I feel like a complete, actualized beinginstead of a jumble of atoms making my way through life. I climb in beside her and pull her into my arms.
“I didn’t know which side you slept on,” she says, nuzzling into my neck.
“This is perfect,” I say, kissing her before holding her tight against me.
She lets out a contented sigh and continues to observe the room around us. “I still can’t believe how beautiful this room is. You said you picked everything out yourself?”
I give her a sheepish smile. “Well, really, love, I would say you did.”
Her brow furrows for a minute as she studies the space. “It does look a lot like…”
Her eyes pop open as she turns to face me fully. “Please tell me you didn’t create my dream bedroom from my inspo boards.”
“I didn’t create your dream bedroom from your inspo boards. I created your dreamhomefrom your inspo boards, Angel.”
And I have to admit, I’ve really outdone myself. The house is an early 1900s property situated on a hundred acres of land. Sloane’s vision gave me the chance to take the interior of the house back closer to its original spirit.
The wall to the right of the bed faces the back of the property and has huge windows allowing a relaxing view outside to the trees. French doors lead out to a balcony large enough for a two-person lounge, and I can’t wait to watch sunsets over the forest with my girl in my arms. Opposite the bed, Sloane’s luxurious yet understated taste led me to add frame molding to the wall, with a hand-painted wallpaper displaying Englishcountryside landscapes. I wonder how long it will take her to notice that the house in the background of the scene is this one, and a couple who look suspiciously like us are strolling along with no fewer than six children following along.The painter promised to come back if we made it past six…
I turn the lamp off on my nightstand and roll back over to cuddle up to Sloane. Breathing in the scent of her shampoo, I smile. I’ve never been this relaxed. Or happy. Or satisfied. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, Devil.”
When she finally dozes off, sleeping soundly in my arms, I shoot a text to my tattoo artist, giving him the all clear to head this way.
Chapter nineteen
I wake up to something warm and wet between my legs and a heat rising in my core. Before I have time to realize what’s happening, a tongue plunges inside me, and I moan as I arch off the bed. A sheen of perspiration covers my entire body, and I’m shaking uncontrollably. I imagine he’s been down there a while, judging by how close I am to coming undone.
He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers thrusting in and out as he works his mouth up to my clit, sucking while he twirls his tongue around the sides. When he reaches his other hand up to pinch my nipple, it’s enough to push me over the edge. I hear myself screaming out his name as I spasm out of control, but Ledger doesn’t let up until my orgasm has completely ebbed, and I’ve collapsed dramatically onto the mattress.
I feel his body crawling over mine before a head of black tousled hair pops up from under the covers. “Good morning, my love,” Ledger says before stringing a line of kisses from my shoulder up to my mouth. “I wanted to let you sleep in as lateas possible since your class got canceled, but I just couldn’t help myself. Did you get enough rest?”
“Mm-hmm.” That's the only noise I can manage with his lips mere inches from mine. I lean up, closing the distance between us, and he meets me for a lazy kiss. I can’t help but moan when I taste myself on his tongue.
He effortlessly flips us over so that he’s beneath me. “Angel, you’re still swollen today, but don’t think I won’t push it if you keep moaning like that. I barely kept my control last night.”
Grinning up at him, I wrap my arms around his neck and plaster my body to his. We have a layer of clothes between us, but the feeling of his body against mine is equal parts intoxicating and comforting. I want to tell him to lose control, and that I want every dark piece of him, when his phone starts ringing. He lets it go through the first time, but when it starts again, he groans and reaches over to his nightstand.
“Ugh, morning, Mom,” he grumbles, still tracing his fingers up and down my spine. “Is there a reason you’re interrupting my sleep?”
The phone isn't on speaker, but I’m so close I can hear her response. “Good morning, dear. I was just calling to double-check the costume inventory. You said we’re missing one supporting angel, two donkeys, and a wise man? Although if I’m being honest, I think two wise men are unbelievable enough. Maybe we can start a whole new denomination that only puts out two wise men at Christmas.”
The moment a laugh slips out of me, I cover my mouth and look at Ledger with wide eyes.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company…” She draws the last word out in an obvious search for explanation.
“It’s Sloane, Mom,” Ledger answers as I feel my face flush.
