Chapter 35

Maya

“She’s still not talking?”

Nathan leans back on the large plush sofa, one arm stretched along the back and the other holding his phone to his ear as he speaks quietly into it, trying not to disturb me. His back is to me, and I take the opportunity to observe him. The waves of his chestnut brown hair are messy, and he’s dressed only in a rumpled t-shirt and boxers. A dark shadow of stubble dusts his strong jaw after days in bed with no time or inclination to shave. He looks delicious with his long legs stretched out in front of him, his tanned, strong, thighs solid and made for climbing on top of.

The last three days have been a blur of sweaty bodies, fucking, and moaning, broken only by brief sex-induced comas and room service. Taking a deep breath, I’m overjoyed to detect his scent still covering me from head to toe. Not only because it’s incredible to have my sense back at all, but because I smell like sex and cum. I never thought I’d love that so much, but it’s like he’s marke