Frenched by Harlow Melanie

Author:Harlow, Melanie [Harlow, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, new adult, adult, contemporary romance
ISBN: 9781496129628
Published: 2014-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

We fell asleep, and when I woke up, I watched Lucas for a few minutes. His bedroom window was open slightly, allowing a cool breeze to blow through, and I could still hear the rain, although the thunder had ceased. I rolled onto my belly and set my chin in my hand, breathing in rainy-cool air and the scent of sex on our bodies.

Lucas’s skin was a little olive in tone, not very hairy except on his legs, and unmarred from what I could see, except for a small scar on his stomach. The inch-long slash sat just below his bottom left rib. I was tempted to run my finger over it, but I didn’t want to wake him.

He lay on his back, one arm tossed above his head, the other across his belly. I take it back. His armpits are little hairy too. I stifled a giggle. But his chest was nice and smooth, his nipples the color of wine—couldn’t stop the smile now—and his stomach a delicious meal of muscles and lines and that happy little trail that made my mouth water. The sheet was pulled up to his hips, or I’d have had more to enjoy.

“You’re awake.” Lucas’s eyes were open, his voice scratchy. “And you’re staring at me.”

I laughed. “Sorry. Nothing creepy, I promise. Just enjoying the view.”

He closed his eyes and smiled. “Carry on.”

Giving him a swat on the chest, I let my head fall onto my upper arm and stretched out next to him. “Mmmm. That was amazing.”

“The sex or the nap?”

“Both.” I wasn’t really a napper—I usually felt guilty about them, like there was always something I could be doing. But waking up next to Lucas on a rainy evening felt even better than crossing something off a list.

“Agreed. But now I’m starving,” he said, scratching his stomach.

“Are you? Yeah, I guess we sort of skipped dinner. Poor baby. You had to work so hard without enough energy.”

He looked at me. “You. Are not. Work.”

I smiled shyly, and he reached out, pulling me close so my body aligned with his and my head rested on his chest.

“But,” he continued. “I do need some energy if we’re going to keep this up—which I hope we do—so we should probably get something to eat. It must be nine o’clock.”

My heart beat hard against his side. Could he feel it? “OK.”

But neither of us moved, and in a moment our breathing synced in a way that had me warm and drowsy again. I wrapped an arm around his stomach and Lucas’s hand traced spirals on my shoulder. When his stomach growled, it startled me.

“Your body has spoken,” I said, sitting up. “Shall we eat?”

“Definitely. What do you feel like?”

I shrugged. “Surprise me.”

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“What?”

It split wide open on his face. “Your hair is awesome right now.”

Groaning, I wrapped my head in my hands. “I know. So is yours.”

“I figured.” He swept a hand through his and sat up as well. “I guess I should comb it.

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