Chapter 211 Guilty Pleasures

Chapter 211 Guilty Pleasures
Laurette’s POV

I woke up to the tangible feeling of being watched, and the slight tickle of a feathery touch over the tip of my nose and mouth. I scrunch my face up to keep from sneezing as I pry my heavy eyes open. 

I smile with a satisfied hum as my eyes drown in a pool of faded blue, that glistens as the sun peeks through the blinds. Hosea mirrors my smile, pressing the pad of his thumb to the space between my nose and mouth. 

“Morning”. I hum, laughing at the feeling his touch gives me. 

“Morning tomato”. He rasps, pulling his hand from my face to run through his ruffled curls. “Even though it’s almost noon.”

I frown, my eyes flitting over to the digital clock on the wall. A gasp falls from my lips at the realization that he is indeed right. In fact, it is three minutes past noon already. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”  I groan, sitting up in the bed with a huff. 

Hosea follows suit. “I did”. 

I blink. He’s right. “Ugh… earlier!”

“Why should I? You had a rough night.”  He says, a wry smile on his face. 

I bite my lip as flashes of last night fill my mind. Hosea reaches forward without hesitation and frees my bottom lip from between my teeth, then presses a kiss to it. He climbs out of the bed right after, grabbing his phone and stretching his back as he calls behind him, “We have somewhere to be. Get cleaned up.”

I hop into the bathroom immediately the door is shut behind him, and I don’t even bother with staring at myself in the mirror before getting into the shower. But once I’m done, I realize I probably should’ve checked my reflection first. 

“What the hell?” I breathe with a gasp once I see the state of my neck. It turns out, the unusually sore spots on my neck that made me wince when I dragged my loofah over it in the shower were actually as a result of Hosea’s savagery. 

My hand comes up to examine them, grazing over the particularly obvious one that was already turning purple. Good thing I came along with my makeup things. 

I freshen up hastily over the next half hour, and by the time I’m finished, I walk into the living room to find Hosea with his phone pressed against his ear and a frown between his brows. 
He speaks into the phone in sharp words, his eyes suddenly lifting up and meeting mine. He makes no move to kill the call, but it is as good as the person on the other end speaking to themselves because Hosea stares with vivid wonder at me. 

I had no idea he had taken his own shower, and was pleasantly surprised to find him lounging in black slacks that looks like it was tailored just for him. He kills the call and stands to his feet, towering over me even in my wedges. His eyes drink me in unabashedly, giving me several slow once overs. 

I was wearing the black dress he loved so much with a clutch bag, and I had straightened my hair to cover the slight discoloration on my neck. It fell down my back and grazed my butt as I walked. 

“You are really something aren’t you?”  He purrs, his palm sliding beneath my hair and grabbing my nape. He pulls me in for a kiss, and when he pulls back my lipstick is smudged on his full lips. 

His eyes flit to my neck and he frowns, looking up at me with narrowed eyes. I speak up before he beats me to it. 

“You sorta forgot to take my entire skin and leave some parts of my muscles on it.”  Sarcasm drips from my words and earns a scoff from him. 

“Yea maybe I should’ve. Next time definitely.”  He taunts, then flips me around to guide me towards the door. Just before we walk out the front door, I feel a hard smack on my bum that sends me at least three steps forward. 
I turn back to him with a gasp, watching him raise a noncommittal shoulder and drop it before walking ahead of me. As I stare at his back, I bring my hands up to hide my smile. 

I also try to think of healthy possible reasons as to why I found what he just did incredibly hot. 
Or maybe I’m just going crazy.