“I like tipsy Cidney.”
“More than sober Cidney?” Her words are slurred just slightly. She’s drunk, but she’s not trashed. Her body is relaxed and pliable. Fucking amazing. I could get used to this, to her, to being with her in all her stages—sober, tipsy, and whatever else comes my way. It’s too good to miss out, and I can’t believe I was considering walking away from her.
I fucking love her.
Every part of her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GOOSE
Pulling her body against mine,I touch my lips to her shoulder. Cidney and I didn’t talk much last night. I’m not sure there was much to say. She was tipsy, and there was only one thing I wanted to do with a tipsy Cidney.
We fucked, we slept, we fucked again, we slept some more, and now it’s nine in the morning, and I gotta get ready to go down to the clubhouse, but I don’t want to leave her. I want to stay right here, warm in bed with her and wrapped around her body.
“Why are you awake?” she asks, her voice groggy.
She hasn’t moved an inch, but clearly, she’s awake and alert enough to ask me questions. Which surprises me, because I know she didn’t get quality sleep and is likely a bit hungover this morning.
“I have to get down to the clubhouse pretty soon.”
She rolls over in my arms, lifting her hands between us. I close my eyes in a slow blink when she cups my cheeks. Openingmy eyes, I watch as hers flutter open and her gaze locks in on mine.
Her lips curve up into a small smile, and my cock twitches at the sight. She’s so goddamn beautiful, I can’t believe I’m here with her. Even if it’s supposed to be forbidden and wrong, right this moment, I can’t seem to give a fuck. She moans at the feel of my hard dick pressed against her belly, and I seriously have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my control in check.
“Don’t make those kinds of noises, Cidney. I know you can’t fuck me again.”
She whimpers softly. “No, I don’t think I could,” she confesses.
It’s cute as fuck.
Shifting my face closer, I touch my mouth to hers, then clear my throat and shift back slightly. My lips curve up into a grin. I can’t look away from her. I have seriously fucking fallen for this woman.
I decide that this is the perfect time to tell her that, too. I don’t know how she’s going to take it, and I’m not sure I care, because at the end of the day, in my world, it doesn’t matter. I’m the one in control.
However, even with all of that being said, if I thought she didn’t want me, I wouldn’t force her to do anything, but I know she does. I can see it in her eyes, feel it when she kisses me, when I’m inside her. I know what my woman wants, and it’s exactly what I want—more.
More of this. More of one another. Just plain more.
“I’m claiming you today, Cidney.”
Her eyes widen, and she asks me a question that I know she knows the answer to. “What do you mean? Claiming me?”
I arch a brow, and my lips twitch into a smirk. “You know exactly what I mean.”
She presses her lips together, rolling them a few times before she speaks. When she does, I can sense the panic that is flowing through her. She’s scared, but I don’t think it’s for herself.
I think it’s for me.
She knows that Ivy could kill me for this. He won’t, but he could. If he was going to kill me over it, he would have done it already. In the back of his mind, Ivy knows exactly what we’re doing together.
“I need to talk to Ivy first,” she says, her voice cracking slightly and elevated. I can hear the fear and panic in her tone. She doesn’t need that, not with me, not fucking ever.
“Baby, I got you,” I state.
“No, seriously, I need to talk to him.” Her words are coming out in a rush.
I laugh softly, leaning forward and touching my lips to her forehead. Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent, then shift back slightly, my gaze focused on hers. My lips curve up into a small smile, my eyes never leaving her worried gaze.
