Page 151 of Lost & Found

Smirking, I said, “That’s right. And I’m pretty sure I remember hearing something about her getting whatever she wants.”

He trailed more light kisses behind my ear, and I shuddered when he spoke again. “That’s right, I did. I also said I had one goal in this life.”

“To find a woman and…and…”

“Please the hell out of her any chance I get. I meant it too, and not just in the bedroom. Although I do know it’s one of my better arenas to perform in. Pretty sure you toasted to the concept. Thing is, your application has been moved to the front of the line.”

“Is that so?” I grinned, feeling free. “I don’t recall putting in any such application.”

How the hell he knew what I needed to hear was beyond me. But he did.

“Your dried blood on the sheets, not to mention the fact that you will be bed bound today, says otherwise.”

I rolled my eyes at his comments and smacked his arm. “Bed bound? Don’t be ridiculous.” I retorted, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably.

Laughter rang out as he relaxed his grip on me. I finally met his eyes. “It’s almost one,” he said casually.

I lifted my head, shooting him a look. Amusement danced in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow.

“But feel free to walk around as much as you like.”

The challenge was silly, and it hung in the air. I couldn’t resist, so with a determined huff, I pushed to sit up. The soft sheets slid down my body as I scooted over to the side of the bed with a groan. Every muscle in my body hurt. I clutched the edge of the mattress and tried to take several deep breaths.

All of a sudden I was aware of how swollen I was between my legs. Like someone had taken the lips of my pussy and pumped them full of air. I stared down at it, horrified that mere minutes ago he was face first in it. I blinked and lifted my gaze.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

“Ruined you,” he said with a shrug. “Don’t forget you asked me to.”

“I meant take my virginity. Not to permanently ruin me,” I stuttered, clutching my pussy.

Once more, he chuckled. “The swelling will go down. Same with the soreness. It’ll subside. We’ll ice you and do it all over again.”

“Oh, will we now? I can’t believe you did this?”

“I tried to be gentle with you. You wouldn’t let me.”

“Liar. Is this what Bash meant when he said you don’t fuck like a pansy?”

“You could ask him yourself.”

“Ask my brother? Are you out of your mind?”

“Clearly I was joking. Don’t ask him that. Although we should probably have a discussion about the family. I’ll order down for lunch. You, my dear, need a good long soak. And that ice pack.”

I braced myself, determined to prove him wrong. I shifted my weight onto my feet. A sharp pang shot through my muscles, and I winced. Pasha’s hand landed on my back, offering me support.

“Told you, bed bound. I’ll feed you though and ensure you want for nothing.”

He kissed the top of my head affectionately. I sat there, trying to gather my bearings. He held out a glass of water and two Tylenol.

“See if I ever ask you to ruin me again. I may need several days to recover,” I grumbled before taking his offering.

“Whatever you need, I aim to please.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. With his help, I walked, but my legs were jelly underneath me. Who knew sex was such a workout? I vowed to never make fun of Kinsley or Tori again. Pasha guided me toward the bathroom, steadying me along the way.

Soon the space was filled with the sounds of running water as he started a bath for me. The warm steam rose into the air. He had to peel the sheet from my hands in order to remove it. He then helped me into the tub. As I lowered myself into the soothing water, a sense of gratitude washed over me.