Chapitre 7: Chapter 7

The covers were now pushed to the bottom of the bed. He held me curled with my back against his chest, my legs pulled slightly into my stomach. He'd arranged me how he wanted me then skimmed his fingers from my hip past my knee. God this man's touch drove me wild even in my sexually exhausted state.

"You hungry?"

The words broke the spell, but it took me a moment to switch from the prefrontal cortex orgasmic part of my brain to the lateral hypothalamus hunger part of my brain. He waited patiently, never stopping the lazy slide of his fingers.

"Starving."

In one fluid movement, he rose from the bed, totally unconcerned with his nakedness. I looked at the hand he held out. My nudity caused me to hesitate.

"Um." I sat up, ignoring his hand, and made a grab for the rumpled sheet.

His fingers closed around mine. "Naked, in my kitchen-now."

"No way," I yelped.

I wasn't sure what to expect with my rebellion, but even so, I was surprised over what I got.