earlier that day. After he was finished and he had spilled everything he had into her, he picked her up and carried her listless body to the bedroom.
Lying down on top of the coverlet, he held her close to his side, cradling her against his body. He had surprised himself by doing it. He had never been the type to cuddle after sex.
But there was something different about Sara. She was so daring, yet so innocent. So provocative, yet so shy. She was a complete oxymoron when it came to her sexuality. Saying that she was complex was a major understatement, and he thought, no, he knew, that he would enjoy the hell out of getting to know her better.
She had already fallen asleep against his chest when he glanced over by the window and silently thanked God that he had seen her in that same window last night. She stirred against him for a moment, and he stroked a gentle hand down her back. He felt contended by the feel of her warm, soft body against the hard angles of his masculine one. “Shh. Sleep now, honey.” He watched her drift back into slumber as he realized that he could get real used to the feel of her body lying against his, sated after some mind-blowing sex.
Chapter Four
Mitch woke up to his stomach growling. Sara still slept soundly against his shoulder. Shifting her quietly away from him, he rose from the bed. He looked at the time and was surprised to see that it had only been an hour since they had gone to sleep.
Mitch walked into the kitchen where the Chinese food bags were. Surprisingly, the food was still warm. What were these Chinese food containers made of, he wondered, that they managed to keep food warm for so long. He grabbed three of the boxes out of the bag along with some chopsticks.
Reaching into the refrigerator, he pulled out two bottles of water. Running out of hands to carry anymore, he placed the Chopsticks between his teeth. Mitch walked into the bedroom and had to stop himself from dropping everything he carried.
Sara lay there. Curled in a small ball with the moonlight streaming through the window. She looked like an absolute angel. No, angel didn’t do her justice. One thing was for certain, though, he had never seen anything so, he had wanted to say beautiful again, but it also still didn’t do her justice. He fought the strange sensation that ripped through his gut. What was it about her that fascinated him? What was it that made him want her with such depths of passion that he could think of nothing else?
As if being awoken by his thoughts, Sara stirred. “Mmm. Something smells yummy.” Sara stretched her arms over her head and lazily sat up, her eyes still heavy lidded.
Mitch had to smile. He couldn’t help himself. “I have chicken, beef, or shrimp. What’s your pleasure?”
Sara quirked one corner of her mouth up in a half smile. “I think you’ve already figured that out.”
He chuckled and walked over to the bed. “You will learn many more pleasures before I am done with you, my dear.” He leaned over and kissed her on the nose.
Enjoying the fact that she was lying in her bed, completely naked and with a glorious looking up at him he wondered if she had missed out on too much by hiding behind her bashfulness. He hoped the answer was no. He wanted to be the only one capable of bringing her pleasure.
“Something funny?” Mitch mumbled with a mouthful of shrimp after she began to giggle.
“I was just thinking that I’ve done more with you in the past eight hours than I have in my entire adult life. I kind of liked it.” She reached for one of the containers and appeared to be delighted when she saw it was chicken, her favorite.
“You kind of liked it?” Mitch sat on the bed next to her. “I don’t mean to be arrogant, but I thought you really liked it.” He winked at her.
She laughed and nudged his shoulder. “Stop. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, Sara. I think I do.” Mitch took a bite of shrimp and watched her with silent admiration.
They ate