SAMMY POV
Post-orgasm bliss was a real thing.
Like, a real real thing.
Because I was floating. Boneless. Tingling in all the good ways. Every muscle humming like I’d just sprinted a mile but in the sexiest, laziest way possible. My head was still tipped back against the blanket, my chest heaving, the waterfall’s mist cooling my overheated skin.
And then there was him.
Darian.
On his knees between my spread thighs, looking like he’d just crawled out of my dirtiest fantasies. Lips wet, hair a mess, chest still rising and falling too fast even though—correction—he hadn’t even undressed yet.
That was the thing.
He was still fully clothed.
I blinked, brain foggy with bliss but sharp enough to notice the injustice. I mean—me? My panties were gone, stuffed in his freaking pocket like som
