“Like you want to lick me from head to toe. I mean, I’m not saying I object but it’s kinda weird to watch me make the bed.” Hayden grinned as he tossed the pillow in the center of the bed and prowled towards me.
“I’m just wondering how long you’re planning on keeping those sheets clean?” I asked, batting my eyelashes and trying to sound innocent when we both knew I was playing with fire, hoping to get burned.
“Depends on how long it takes me to get you out of those clothes,” he growled as he captured my mouth with a kiss that curled my toes. We’d been apart a few hours and Hayden was pawing me like he’d just returned from a tour of duty and hadn’t seen me in months. How the hell was I supposed to leave him and go back on tour? But I couldn't worry about that right now. Right now, my t-shirt was being tugged over my head and the zipper on my jeans undone.
Two hours and three orgasms later, the sheets were mussed, I was covered in sticky sweat, and lying contentedly in Hayden’s arms. The man was insatiable and when he made it a mission to draw every ounce of pleasure from your body, he got a gold star.
“So where’d you run off to this morning?” I asked as I snuggled against him.
“I could ask you the same question,” he tossed back at me.
I felt my body go rigid in his arms and Hayden didn’t miss it either. Yanking his arm out from under me, he flipped us so he was hovering over me.
“What’s up, Cass? Talk to me.” There was no mistaking the worry in his voice. My plans of cooking him a fancy dinner and telling him about the house went flying out the window. I guess it was now or never.
“It’s nothing. Not really anyway,” I began, trying to wriggle out from under him but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he dropped his hips, pinning me to the bed beneath him, his cock twitching against my thigh, distracting me.
“Well if it’s nothing, you can stay right where you are and talk to me. You’re not worried, are you?”
“I wouldn’t say worried exactly. Not sure how you’re going to react is probably a better description,” I admitted.
“Cass…”
“Fine,” I huffed. I still couldn’t believe I was telling him while lying there stark naked, but maybe I could use that to my advantage. “So, I had an idea. It was just something I thought of and I had no idea if it was a good one or a bad one, so Skye and I made some calls. We talked to a few people and, well yeah. I bought a house.”
“You had an idea and you bought a house?” Hayden clarified enunciating every word painfully slowly.
“Well, uh, yeah.” I sounded like an idiot.
“Cassidy, you bought a house? I didn’t even know you were looking.” Hayden’s face morphed into one filled with excitement and I let out a huge sigh of relief. I didn’t realize how much I was counting on him being okay with this until now.
“I wasn’t really. These last couple of days just made me want to… made me think about…”
“About what?”
“About… I don’t know. Putting down roots. Having a place in this world that I could call home. I travel so much and feel like most of the time I’m living out of a suitcase, going from hotel room to hotel room, so when I stop, I want to land somewhere that feels like home. Does that make sense at all?”
“It does,” he answered with a strange smile before leaping off me in one fluid motion that had me appreciating his energy.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he sauntered across the bedroom, completely buck naked and not at all shy about it, but why should he be. His ass was tight and completely biteable, and seeing that tattoo on his shoulder, the one I’d spent many hours tracing with my tongue and fingers move with his muscles, had me squeezing my thighs together. We were in the middle of a pretty serious conversation. I couldn't be thinking about having my way with him right now.
While he dug around in his drawers, I lay there thinking he’d completely lost the plot. One minute, I was telling him about the house I’d bought—I hadn’t even gotten to telling him about the house itself—and the next he was vaulting from the bed and rummaging around in his drawers.
When he turned around, my eyes locked with his impressive cock that was already at half-mast and my mouth watered. The man was certainly not lacking in that area. As he approached the bed, slowly I raised my eyes, appreciating his amazing body. I didn’t care that he didn’t have the six-pack abs or the hairless chest. I liked my men as men, not young pretty boys pretending they were men, and Hayden was undoubtedly all man.
“My eyes are up here,” he chuckled as my gaze met his.
“Just appreciating the view.”
“Glad you approve.”
“Oh trust me, I do.”
He kneeled on the bed, his gorgeous cock coming ridiculously close to my mouth. Not that I was objecting, just surprised, but when he laid down, stretching out beside me, he reached over and pulled me back against him. Once I was tucked up, right where he wanted me, he turned back to me.
“Now, I just want to make sure I got this straight.”
“Okay,” I agreed, swallowing down my nerves.
