Chapter 143. Craving for More

Ellie's POV

"You haven't dressed?" His sweet, abysmal voice startles me as he strolls into the room from the shower, clad only in a bathrobe and still dripping wet. This bewitching sight of him leaves me breathless, my heart pounding with a mixture of desire and affection. I wonder when I will ever get used to seeing him and stop reacting this way. But then, this is how love should be, right? I never want to lose interest in him.

I shake my thoughts from devouring him. "No, I haven't," I admit with a playful grin, my eyes tracing the contours of his body. "But I think I am dressed perfectly for the occasion, don't you think?"

I thought they said that there was too much sex. In just this one week, I can't figure out how many times we have made love. Actually, that seemed to have been his fundamental aim—to have sex, lots of it. Even at the mountain, something's getting to giggle at the notion of that steamy mountain moment.

But after all that