Thatwas the woman he wanted, and it was the woman I vowed to be from now on.
For the rest of the night, Liam took the time to map every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, willingly put in the timeand effort to discover what I liked and didn’t, and took great care to make sure everything he did felt good for me. Each and every time, it was enough to coax my release.
Maybe I’d just never been fully comfortable with Alfie. Liam was so quick to have my body singing with pleasure multiple times over before ever seeking his own.
Hours later, as the sky beyond the windows began to shift from black to grey, we at last collapsed into a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and fell asleep.
It was the best sleep I’d had in years.
The sunlight was damnnear blinding when I cracked my eyes open the next morning. My abs were sore as hell, and my quads felt like I’d run a marathon.
Nope, I reminded myself.Just had marathon sex.
I stretched out, arm sweeping across the bed to find the space next to me cold and empty. Sitting up, I looked around the room, but the bathroom was dark, and there was no sign of Ella.
Then I heard humming from somewhere else in the cabin.
Sliding out of bed, I threw on a pair of boxer briefs and padded down the hallway.
At the entrance to the great room, I paused, leaning against the wall and watching my girl move around the kitchen.
Yeah, she wasmy girlnow.
Music filtered softly through the space from somewhere, low enough that I knew she hadn’t wanted to wake me with its volume, and she hummed along. With one of my shirts—the one she’d abandoned last night when she got in the shower withme—hanging to her knees, her hair piled atop her head in a messy bun, she was every inch my idea of heaven.
Seeing her in my tee, a Delatou & Danvers branded one that Amara and I had designed and offered in PR packages when we launched the canned cocktails, did something to me. Maybe it was the simple act of seeing our last names together, and the hope that one day, mine would be hers.
“Smells good in here,” I said as I walked toward her.
Ella turned to me with a wide grin, a spatula in her hand, which she waved in the air like a wand and said, “Just making some magic.”
Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, lingering there, deeply inhaling her scent and branding it on my memory. Even with the smells of bacon, eggs, and pancakes mingling in the air, I could easily pick out the floral blend that was all her. Like night blooming jasmine and something earthy.
“Good morning, Wildflower.”
“Good morning to you too,” she giggled as I flexed my hips against her, my fully erect cock pressing into her backside. It didn’t take much for this woman to turn me on, especially not when I snaked my hand under the hem of the tee and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked as my fingers tiptoed higher, closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
Ella turned in my arms so I was left grabbing a handful of her ass—not that I minded—and slanted her mouth over mine in a long, slow kiss. Only the bacon sizzling insistently in the pan behind her hand me drawing back before we took things too farand burnt the place down.
“Better than I have in months,” she admitted. “Actually, no. Better than I have inyears.”
“Fucked you that good, huh?” I teased, bending to nip at her earlobe.
Ella leaned back in my arms, trying to break free, and swatted at me with the spatula, leaving behind a streak of grease on my left shoulder, right over the lips tattooed there. Pressing her own lips to my skin, she licked away the mess she’d made, then pulled from my hold before I could react.
“You’re a brat,” she told me, returning her attention to our breakfast.
“You love it.”
She winked at me over her shoulder in response.
“This looks amazing,” I added, peering over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I’ve picked up quite a few things from Brie over the years,” she said. “We only live two buildings apart, so I’ve spent a lot of time over there cooking dinner with her. Not so much lately, though…”
I frowned, catching onto the sadness in her tone. “How come?”
