Arms around my waist, squeezing me back, Saylor presses a kiss to my sternum. “It will always hurt, but your hugs seem to make me feel just a little bit less alone. So, thank you, Corrin.”
“This is going to make me sound like a huge fucking sap, but I don’t get a rat’s ass right now.” I duck down in her embrace and rest my forehead against Saylor’s and we lock eyes. “I know it has been less than four hours or so since we met, but I think it was meant to happen.”
“I think so too.”
“Does it scare you?”
“Not gonna lie,” she answers with a small shrug. “But I’m happy to figure it out with you.”
I couldn’t be more relieved that she seems to me feeling the same as I am.
“Would you like me to take you home? Or would you be okay with spending the night, or rest or the few hours until morning here with me? You can have the bed and I’ll take the pull out couch if that makes you more comfortable.”
She shakes her head, making her long ponytail swing, the ends brushing against my forearm. “I’ll only sleep in the bed if you do too.”
“That’s my kinda girl.”
I scoop Saylor up and she lets up a squeal and a laugh. With her draped over my shoulder, and my hand on her butt, I march us off to my bedroom to hit the hay.
Of all the things I’ve learned about her tonight, the one thing about Saylor that surprises me the most is that she didn’t once ask about the specifics of my job. I don’t know if it’s because of her more than the average person’s knowledge of the underworld from growing up around a motorcycle club, or if she really is cool and laid back and letting things go with the flow because we just met, but I expected more of a push for more and she hasn’t yet. I understand that she has a right to ask for more about me and my life if we continue along this path and a future,but I think I just need to let her ask her questions when she is ready.
I know I’m ready for more with her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SAYLOR
Not bothering to open my eyes, I roll over and snuggle down deeper into my blankets. There is something extra warm beside me and the heat is addicting, drawing me in like a magnet. Iwonder what that is? I don’t remember my pillows being so hard and lumpy when I woke up yesterday.
Wait!
This isn’t my bed . . . it’s Corrin’s.
I am always cold when I sleep, no matter how many blankets I pile on my bed, so this new arrangement could be something I could on board with.
Corrin borrowed me a super large t-shirt and a pair of way too big pair of sweatpants to sleep in. As soon as I was changed, washed off my makeup, and crawled into bed, I was dead to the world. I don’t remember a thing after he wrapped me in his arms and covered us with the sheet and comforter.
Feeling a little bit naughty, I wonder how hard of a sleeper Corrin is. With this job being security, and having the responsibility for the safety of others, something tells me he would be the type to wake up if he heard a pin drop, but I’m ready to find out. I lay onto my back then pause, checking to make sure I haven’t woken my new favorite furnace, but he is still out like a light.
As slowly as I can, I kick off the sweatpants, then flip over onto my stomach and scoot myself under the sheet toward the foot of the bed. Once my feet are at the edge, I get up on my hands and knees and shift to the right a little at a time. Looking up, with my body creating a tent of sorts out of the sheet, I can see nothing but a shirtless Corrin from the chest down. His legs are spreadopen just a bit, with his left knee bent, giving me the perfect amount of space to crawl up into the triangle of his thighs that I swear was meant just for me.
Corrin must be a warm sleeper, hence the furnace comparison, so he is sleeping in only a pair of lose fitting boxers. Let me tell you, they are doing absolutely nothing to hide the very quickly growing manhood he is packing. Wowza! I thought I got a good look at it last night, but even here in the shadows, it looks even bigger and more delicious this morning.
Wanting an even closer look, I keep crawling until my hands reach just below Corrin’s hips. Any higher and I would be sprawled out on top of him like we were a stack of pancakes.
I drop my hips and legs to the bed, then hold up my upper body with my left hand digging into the mattress at his right hip. Using the fingers of my right hand, I tease the flap open on his boxers and am almost smacked in the face with his cock. Now that would be an interesting way to wake up.
A bead of precum sits at the tip of my new obsession and I need a taste. I flick it with the tip of my tongue, then let the silkiness soak into my taste buds as I swallow my new favorite flavor. A little salty, not exactly sweet, but there is a hint of something I just can’t put my finger—but I like it. Needing more, as a few additional drops escape his tip, I figure it’s now or never . . . and I have no plan on stopping any time soon.
I lick Corrin from root to tip a couple times, acquainting myself with the hard veins, learning all the flavors of his soft skin. Once I think I have the road map pretty well memorized, I holdhim still with my hand wrapped around the base and lower my mouth onto him as deep as I can take him. Corrin’s girth is quite a bit bigger than the one other dick who was lucky enough for me to do this to him, so it takes me a minute to test myself to make sure I don’t gag, but my lips meet his length with no problem.
I’m either really enjoying myself, or Corrin is really good at faking being asleep, because I get no more than two passes down before there is a hand tangled in my hair and I am being pulled up the bed on top of a rock hard body.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Corrin growls before devouring me with a kiss.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to answer him with his tongue down my throat, but I’m not about to stop him and argue about it. If he wants to go a few rounds of tonsil hockey, I’m all for it. I was enjoying my time playing with his stick, but if he wants to do something else with it, more power to him.
The with no warning whatsoever, the sheet disappears, Corrin rolls us over so I’m again flat on my back, then he just as quick turns me over so I’m face down into the pillows. His body presses me flat to the mattress with all his body weight as he wraps a good majority of my somehow loose hair, my hair tie seems to have disappeared, around his fist and pulls my head back and to the side a bit so his face can press up next to mine.
