As in home base, to state the fucking obvious, but it’s bigger than that. I feel safe. Like I don’t have to guard my heart. Sex has never felt like this before. And suddenly, I can barely keep from moving.
I force myself to stay still to let Emery adjust.
“Are you good?” I say in a bare whisper.
“So good,” she says, her lips a fraction of an inch from mine. “God, Michael, this is…”
“Amazing.” I capture her mouth with mine. “You feel incredible.”
I thrust in even deeper, and her responding moan is so erotic I nearly come right then. I lift her leg and start driving in and out of her with abandon.
She’s rocking with me, matching my thrusts with her hips.
“I’m not going to last…” I warn her.
But I needn’t have worried.
Emery calls out my name as her muscles squeeze my dick like a vice. With her foot up by my head, I keep up my furious pace of fucking her all the way through her release. Just as she’s finishing, my balls tighten, and I come with a groan. The orgasm is so intense I see stars.
“Emery…” I mutter as I let go of her leg and bury my face in her neck. “Wow.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold her against my chest. I’m still inside of her, and I don’t ever want to leave.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Emery
I fall asleep with my head on Michael’s bare chest.
The last thing I remember is the feel of his lips on my hair.
I sleep soundly until the birds cheeping outside wake me.
I open my eyes and look over at the large picture window we never drew the blinds on.
Still dark out. But the birds are letting me know that daylight isn’t too far away. And I’m not about to go back to sleep. Last night was incredible, but the reality of my life is coming back in bits and pieces, and once my brain gets moving, I can’t slow it down.
Besides, I’m an early riser by nature. My ex did not share my love of the morning, so I’m used to watching the sun come up by my lonesome. Well, me and a cup of coffee in my hand.
I don’t want to wake up Michael, so I shift slowly until my body is no longer curled up around his warm heat. I go to throw my legs out of the bed when a strong arm wraps itselfaround my torso and gently drags me back to the middle of the mattress.
“Where are you going without me?” a low voice grumbles in my ear.
I turn, and my gaze meets a pair of amused dark eyes.
“Good morning.” I feel awkward, but I don’t want to tell him that.
I haven’t been with a guy since Henry, and being in bed with someone feels vulnerable. I want to talk to Michael and learn more about him and go out to breakfast with him. But I don’t know that he’s on the same page.
“I can see the wheels turning.”
I blink.
Michael’s mouth turns up in a grin.
I exhale. “I tend to overthink everything.”
“What are you thinking about now?”
