I nod my head, and she immediately raises up on her knees, putting her mouth at the perfect height. Sliding her hands up my thighs, she steadies herself before wrapping one hand around my already hard cock.
“Christ,”I hiss when just her touch has me ready to lose control.
Water sprays over us, and with a gentle hand, I brush the hair from her forehead so I can have a clear view of her as she looks up at me. This sight of her is fucking breathtaking. A groan escapes me when she parts her lips and swipes her tongue around the head of my cock, licking at the precum that has already begun to leak.
She then licks along the bottom of my shaft before taking me into her mouth. I nearly see stars. Her mouth is so warm, I have to fight to keep from thrusting all the way down her throat. She takes me in a bit further before pulling back. And then does it again, this time taking me even further still, repeating the motion as she works up a rhythm. My muscles are tense and my breaths shallow as I struggle against the tingle already working its way up my spine.
When she takes me even further, my dick hitting the back of her throat, I bury a hand in her hair and tug, slowing her movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well, swallowing every inch of my cock.”
Tears shine in her eyes as she continues to look up at me while taking me back as far as she can, and she hums. The vibration shreds the tiny bit of control I was so desperately clinging to. I grip her hair tighter and thrust into her mouth until I feel my release closing in on me.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” I grit out as a warning, loosening my grip on her hair so she can pull away.
But she doesn’t pull away. Keeping her eyes on me, she speeds up her movements, licking and sucking, the heat and wetness of her tongue pushing me over the edge. I unload with a low growl, and she swallows everything I give her.
Reaching down, I lift her to her feet and crash my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss. Her tongue meets mine, and we battle for dominance, the taste of myself only making me hungrier for her. She’s mine. She can move away. She can keep me her little secret. Whatever she wants. But there’s no way I will let her go.
Chapter 36
Miranda
My eyelids flutter open as bright sunlight shines on my face. As soon as my eyes focus, I momentarily stiffen. It’s too bright out to be early morning. The plan wasn’t to sleep in. The plan wasn’t to be here in the first place before my mother decided to meddle during the reception.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
Hayden kisses my shoulder, and I find myself snuggling against him, melting into his touch when he tightens his arms around me. “Good morning. What time is it?”
A laugh rumbles through his chest. “Got somewhere to be?”
I turn to face him and feel a spark of heat when I look at his messy hair and the extra scruff on his jaw. Hayden always looks good, but seeing him when he first wakes up does something for me. I think it’s knowing I’m the only one who gets to see this version of him…
“I wanted to get home before anyone notices my truck isn’t at my house.”
Hayden gifts me with a sleepy smile. “That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it? You’re twenty-six years old. Certainly, you’re allowed to come and go as you please. Come on. I won’t kidnap you, but let me at least fix you breakfast before you leave.”
I watch as he stands from the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. Once again, there’s no reason anyone should look this good. I can’t take my eyes off him. The muscles of his back move and flex as he digs through his dresser drawers. All I can do is grin when he turns around to toss me a shirt and catches me ogling.
“Put that on,” he says as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants. “Because if you walk around naked, there’s no way you’ll be leaving this house anytime soon. And even less chance of me cooking breakfast.”
After slipping into his shirt, I follow him to the kitchen and prepare to enjoy the show. I head toward the kitchen island, but Hayden intercepts me, lifting me and setting me on the counter between the stove and the refrigerator. I watch quietly as he removes eggs and bacon from the refrigerator and holds up a loaf of bread.
“Eggs, bacon, and toast okay?”
I shrug my shoulders and nod. Any breakfast that I don’t have to make sounds like a good breakfast to me. This view is much better than what I would have had from the island. I trynot to drool as I watch him move around the stove, and I’m disappointed that it only takes him a few minutes to cook the simple meal.
“Coffee?” he offers. “I keep that on a timer, so help yourself.”
I pour us both a cup before joining him at the island. The breakfast is delicious. Perfectly cooked eggs, and bacon just the way I like it. We eat in comfortable silence, and I’m grateful that neither of us feels the need to fill the space with meaningless conversation. I steal glances at him, once again appreciating this version that most people don’t get. It’s another first for me. I dated here and there while in college, but no one felt like home. I never felt like I belonged the way I do in Hayden’s presence. He doesn’t speak until we’ve finished cleaning up and loading the dishwasher, and I’ve returned to the island for another cup of coffee.
“So, why Carruthersville, other than to get away from me?” Hayden asks.
“I’m not moving to get away from you,” I say with a sigh before meeting his gaze.
“Then why? Why are you still determined to go?”
I heave a sigh before turning in my seat to look directly at him. “I’ve lived here my entire life. I know it sounds silly, considering most people in this county have lived here their entire lives, but I went to college and got a degree so I couldmake a difference. So I could do something besides watch life pass me by.”
His expression is impassive as he waits for me to continue. I haven’t really spoken about my plans out loud to anyone. They’ve mostly just remained in my head as I argued with myself over my feelings for Hayden.
