Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 11

'Are you okay?' he whispers in my ear.

'Am I allowed to speak?'

He pushes forward and squeezes my hip bone, sending me on a little jolt across the worktop. 'Don't be smart.'

'I'm well and truly fucked.' I sigh.

'Louis, please watch your mouth.' he cautions. He lifts his arms and lays them over mine, softly stroking up and down.

'I am, though.' I've never been so misused, but it was incredible.

'I know, but you don't have to swear. I hate you swearing.'

I frown to myself. 'I have to endure your blue language.'

'My language is only blue, baby, when you make me see red.'

I sigh. 'Okay.'

We lay replete for a while, regaining our breath. I'm pinned under his heavy body, splattered on the granite work surface. The coolness under my cheek is a welcome sensation as I watch my hot breath skim the shiny granite, causing it to fog. I'm adrift from reality and drowning in a rush of sentiment. I'm depleted, physically and emotionally, and I'm in even more trouble now.

'Harry?'

'Hmmm?'

'How old are you?'

He squeezes my arms. 'Twenty two,'

I roll my eyes to myself. If he's twenty two, then I'm Mother Teresa reincarnated. I smile to myself. After what I have just partaken in, it's not bloody likely. I feel him pull away from me a fraction, a hollow, empty feeling attacking me when he slips out. He leans down, kisses my back and slowly separates us, his skin peeling away from mine gradually. I'm cold.

'Come here.' he whispers, grasping my waist. I notice that it's not my hips.

I brace my flat palm on the granite and lift myself with his slow persuasion. Christ, it's like taking a plaster off. When I've finally separated my body from the breakfast bar, I turn and face him. My eyes widen when I see he's hard again. Already? I'm knackered!

He lifts me onto the counter and muscles between my thighs, picking my arms up and draping them over his shoulders before resting his hands on my waist.

He searches my eyes. 'Are you okay?'

I smile at his handsome face. Isn't it a bit late to be asking that? 'Yes.'

'Good.' He leans in and wraps his arms around me tightly, inhaling in my neck. 'I'm not finished with you yet.'

I curl my legs around his tight waist, squeezing with my thighs. 'I noticed.' He's unendurable. It's a good job this is casual sex because I couldn't deal with this on a full time basis. I'd be walking dead – if walking at all.

'You have this affect on me.' he tells me on a shrug.

It can't be just me, but I'll take the compliment. I bury my face in the side of his neck and nuzzle. He smells so good.

'Are you hungry?' he asks, pulling back and running his knuckles down my cheek.

I'm not really, even though I've not had time to eat all day. I bypassed the canapés in favour of champagne, not wanting to get caught with a mouth full of food in case someone decided that they wanted a chat at Lusso.

'-ish,' I shrug.

'-ish,' he mouths, the corner of his lips twitching. His eyes twinkle, and I grin. 'You have a cheeky grin, I love it.' He kisses the corner of my mouth.