Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 7

When I had finally awoken from my feverish daze, I was

completely naked and pinned to the couch.

Christopher‟s shirt was nowhere to be seen, and the sight of his

firm torso above me took my breath away once more.

“Christopher…”

He hummed slightly, lifting his gaze to meet mine. “What‟s

wrong? Does it hurt?”

Such a handsome face. Too bad we‟re just friends with benefits.

“We won‟t go any further than this, okay?”

Since I was going to divorce Lyle, I didn‟t want to drag

Christopher into this.

Furrowing his brows, he pressed his face so close to mine that I

could feel his breath on my lips.

I thought that he was going to tell me off, but he merely stuck his

tongue out and licked at the corner of my mouth. “Greedy little

kitten. You didn‟t clean yourself up properly after eating,” he

teased.

I wasn‟t sure how to respond to that.

So, I resorted to teasing him back while looping my arms around

his neck. “So do you prefer greedy kittens or minxes?”

He brushed his thumb across my lips as he chuckled. “You could

be a kitten by day and a minx by night.”

Is that a compliment?

I knew that he was used to sweet-talking people like this, yet I

couldn‟t stop myself from falling for it each and every time.

Without waiting for me to respond, he continued his actions

swiftly.

I had to admit that not only was he aggressive, but he was also

very skillful. His hands didn‟t stay still for a single second, dipping

in between my legs and nearly making me see stars.

Then, he entered me without warning, and the sudden fullness

caused me to wince and dig my nails into his arm.

He was still focused on my breasts when he heard my cries,

letting out a short bark of laughter. “Sorry. I was a little hasty.”

“Are you saying that I didn‟t satisfy you enough last night?”

what I‟d do if you didn‟t believe me, right?”

I nodded.

He pinched my chin using his forefinger and thumb. “I‟m going to

make you cry from pleasure.”

Oh my god.

It was half-past ten at night when we were finally done; we had

gone at it for more than three hours straight. That man had way

too much stamina in him. As a result, I barely had the strength to

keep my eyes open as I lay on the couch.

Meanwhile, Christopher got up as if nothing had happened and

put his clothes back on. I figured that he was probably heading

home after getting what he wanted.

Keeping my eyes shut, I pretended to be asleep. My heart raced

in anticipation, although I didn‟t know what it was.

I heard his footsteps slowly grow farther and farther away.

Suddenly, he came to a stop before walking back to the living

room. Did he forget something?