A thrill shot through me as I thought about taking her bare.
“I’m clean,” I said. “They just ran all those tests when I was in the hospital.”
She snorted. “I know that. I’m clean as well. You know, seeing as I was a virgin until about thirty seconds ago.”
I chuckled lightly as I reached for her and pulled her closer to me, not stopping until she was pressed against me chest to hip.
“I don’t think I can sleep like this,” she admitted sleepily.
Then she fell asleep doing exactly what she’d just said she couldn’t do.
CHAPTER 15
Behind every successful woman is a tribe of other successful women that have her back.
-Amelia to Belle
BELLE
I no longer had a hymen.
It felt like it, too.
My vagina was sore. My legs were sore.
My ass was sore—not that he’d touched that particular orifice—but the muscles in my glutes were outrageously so.
I had a beard burn from Bruno’s now-shaved beard on the inside of my thighs, my breasts, and my neck where he’d skimmed my skin with his tongue.
And… I was no longer a virgin.
I had to tell my mother.
Which I did moments later.
Me: I’m no longer a virgin. Also, I didn’t realize sex was so nice. Why didn’t you tell me?
I mean, logically I knew it had to be good. There was a reason that everyone liked it.
But I hadn’t realized it would be that good.
Mom: I would like to point out that I want to be your friend at this point, that I’m very happy that you are no longer sporting your V-card, but you have an assassin after you. Do you think that sleeping with the man that just might wind up dead is a good idea?
Me: Probably not. But I really like him. You’re going to have to break it to Daddy gently that I’ve found the man I’m going to marry.
Mom: I realize that you like him, but that’s a little soon, too.
Me: Maybe. Maybe not. But he gets me. I’ve never, not in my life, found someone that gets me quite like he does. And he looks good in sweatpants. I now realize why women say that they’re lingerie for men.
Mom: Oh my God. I have to delete these texts in case your father reads them. Don’t ever mention Bruno’s bulge to your father. Promise me.
I grinned and placed my phone back into my pocket only to look up and see Bruno staring at me with a look of desire on his face.
“What?” I asked him.
His eyes traveled the length of my body again.
“I wanted to wake up and have you again,” he admitted. “But you weren’t there.”