“I love you. I love you so much.”
He hadn’t told her that nearly as often as he ought to have done. He’d change that habit now and make sure she was never in any doubt over his affections. She’d been there for him. She’d supported him. Without her over the last few weeks he knew he’d be in a far worse state.
He tried to scoop her into his arms, but when he attempted to push his arms beneath her legs Ginny stood like there was a rocket under her butt.
“I was going to carry you to bed and thank you.”
“I know.” She caressed his face. “But I think we’ve both had enough excitement for one night.”
What the hell was she on about? “We’re just getting the fun started.”
“You need to pace yourself, handsome.”
“I’m fine.” He tried to kiss her, but she danced right out of reach. “Ginny?”
“Just because you have your feet under you again doesn’t mean you’re capable of running a marathon.”
Did she think he wasn’t capable of getting her off anymore? Hadn’t he proved seconds ago that he was fully functional? He might have a few problems, but getting it up wasn’t one of them, and he knew plenty of ways to fuck to ensure any issues with his hand or his tongue wouldn’t bugger things up.
He made a second attempt to grab hold of her, but she was whippet thin and just as fast.
“Uh-uh. I’m not going to be held responsible for you having a relapse.”
He wasn’t going to have a fucking relapse, not from having sex. A lack of it on the other hand… “You know fucking might actually speed up my recovery.”
Banging sure as hell always fixed Xane.
All right, so that wasn’t even vaguely true. It just helped pin a smile on his dopey mug and made him conveniently forget all the sludge he was at risk of drowning in.
Ginny crossed her arms over her bare breasts. “It’s not happening. Let’s go inside and call it a night.”
Sure, they could climb into bed if that’s what she’d prefer. ’Cept, he knew that wasn’t what she meant.
He watched her pick up her discarded clothing and patter back indoors. Ash stood for a moment staring at the spot where she’d just been, scratching at the stubble on his chin. If she was genuinely, flat-out telling him ‘No!’ then he was stumped. Attempting to circumnavigate your way around that was only something an utter twat would do. It didn’t matter how desperate he was to bury his head between her thighs, he wasn’t going to see any more action tonight.
Grumpily, he plodded back to their room, only to discover Ginny had settled herself in the spare bed.
“Are we not even sleeping together?”
“We can, but it’s strictly cuddles only.”
Well that was fucking bollocks. You know what, he didn’t even want to get into bed. Instead, he about turned and headed for the door again.
“Where the hell are you going?” She sat up to ask him.
“To get a drink.”
“You’re not supposed to be—”
“Of water.”
“There’s a glass in the bathroom.”
“I meant milk.” He needed a minute to get his head wrapped around recent events and how he’d gone from a terrific high to wishing he was six feet under.
Ash padded his way into the kitchen, where he downed a glass of milk. It sat like lead in his stomach.
What the hell was her problem? He felt fine. Okay, he was a bit woozy, but any man would feel that way after the climax he’d just had.
