Kazimir
My eyes pop open and I glance down at the sleeping beauty nestled in my arms.
I haven’t woken up next to a woman in so long.
I cringe inside as a memory from my marriage assails me. Devlyn always woke up an hour before me so she could greet me with a full face of makeup. Nothing would kill my morning wood faster.
Devlyn Frostburg. Always camera ready.
Shallow snores slip from Harley’s lips parted lips.
She shuffles around, her back against my chest.
The snoring resumes.
Pride still beats at my chest from her reaction when I opened the door to her new reading nook.
She liked it, even if it’s still work in progress.
I almost let my perfectionism hold me down. That would’ve robbed me of the beaming smile she rewarded me with and the tinge of vulnerability that led her to open up about her family.
She stirs.
I wrap a possessive arm around her waist. “You’re awake?”
She turns in my embrace to face me. “I am,” she says in a groggy voice.
Her blonde hair is a mess, creating a chaotic halo around her face on the pillow. Her wild mane isn’t from a night of fucking. The adrenaline surcharge of her new library caused her to crash right after she slipped into my bed.
She lifts the sheet to cover her nose. “Don’t look at me.” Big green eyes stare up at me.
“Why?”
“I probably have drool drizzling down my chin and God knows what’s happening with my eyes. I’m sure I look hideous. And then, there’s morning breath.” She covers her head with the sheet. “I need to escape to the bathroom to make myself presentable before you’re allowed to see me.”
I grab the sheet she’s holding onto for dear life and tug at it, revealing her expression of sheer terror. “Why do you say that?”
“I’ve never woken up next to perfection before. You may not know this, Kaz Lindström, but after last night’sah-mazingsurprise, you’re a ten. You’ve reached the status of book boyfriend extraordinaire.”
“I assume that’s a good thing?”
“Few mortal men ever achieve that status. So, yeah, it’s a good thing.”
“Damn. If that doesn’t blow my ego to mammoth proportions.” I wink.
She shoots me a gleeful grin.
“As for your concern, you look beautiful, Harley,” I say before leaning down and capturing her lips with mine. She moans as her fingers find their way to the back of my head.
My morning wood wants to salute her pussy.
I pull away from her. If we keep this up, I’ll have to chain her to my bed and spend the rest of the day having my way with her.
That’ll throw my plans up in the air. Not happening.
“I love the way you say good morning.”
“I love the way you respond to me.” I hesitate for a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
