Dewi awoke Sunday morning, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. The cool morning air washing through the condo’s open windows bore the sweet tang of Gulf waters, mixed with the scent of their lovemaking from the night before.
I couldreallyget used to this.
They’d spent most of Saturday either in bed sleeping, in bed having sexytime, in the shower, walking the beach…or eating.
Lots andlotsof eating.
Which, at this stage of her pregnancy, felt nearly as orgasmic as sex.
Most importantly…
Waking up next to her mate andnothaving to climb out of bed and hurry somewhere for a meeting or to set someone straight was an unexpectedly blissful feeling she hadn’t expected to savor nearly as much as she was.
Taking time to refreshhersoul. Enjoying time with Ken.
Not having to deal with petty bullshit and settling family squabbles.
Not having to deal with psychotic corgi shifters. Or Mexican drug cartel leaders and their men.
It was a nice, relaxing weekend. One she was a little surprised to realize she’d be sad to see end. Normally, she’d be chomping at the bit to return to work, afraid everything would go to hell while she was gone. Not that she hadn’t trusted Badger and Beck, but it’d been just the three of them.
But with Duncan and all the others…
Yeah. She could see how trying to take time for her wasn’t just a good idea.
It’d be necessary for her health, and the health of their baby.
Ken was still asleep, his body spooned along hers, his arm draped around her.
She took another slow, deep breath and held it for a moment. Within her lungs, the scent of her mate and sweet, salty air swirled before she finally blew it out again. At home, while she spent a lot of time outside, they usually kept the house windows closed. The house wasn’t near the coast, and as close as they were to the interstate, it was common for them—the wolves—to be able to smell car exhaust.
It didn’t bother Ken, because he couldn’t even smell it. But she and Badger and the other wolves could. If she left the windows open too frequently, that scent would embed itself in the carpet and furniture.
That was one thing about Idaho she missed. That there were plenty of days of open-window weather, bringing the aroma of pine into the house.
Sure, there were a few days a year when the perfect confluence of breeze and temperature and humidity made it a perfect open-window day in Florida, but those were rare.
“Your mind is sooo noisy for this early in the morning, sweetheart,” Ken mumbled against the nape of her neck. “We’re supposed to be taking time off this weekend. No worky.”
Dewi felt the smile on her face.
Honestly? A year ago, that wasn’t something she could have even thought about before.
Happiness.
Before, she was into surviving, doing her job, ignoring her own needs beyond what it took to stay in top condition to do her job.
She rolled over to face Ken. He cracked an eye open to look at her as a sleepy smile curved his lips. “Does this mean I’m getting morning sex? Because that looks like a morning sex smile you’re wearing.”
“Maaaaybe.” She kissed him, nuzzling him.
He quickly rolled her onto her back, kissing her as he easily slid inside her.
Mmmm, yeah.
Thisabsolutelywas the life.
She kept her eyes open, wanting to watch him, memorize every line on his face, the sweetly sexy smile he wore as he fucked her. She hooked her legs around him and met him thrust for thrust, her body quickly responding and climbing as pleasure took over.
