My face burned. “You left me no choice. Your leg is trapping me.”
“Uh-huh.” He yawned and pulled me on top of him so I could look down at his handsome face. “I like waking up to you.”
“Me too.”Melt. Swoon.“Even though you sleep-cuddle.”
“I do not.” He rolled his eyes and tickled my side, causing me to wiggle against him, and I became very aware that we were both still naked. The playful glint in his eyes shifted and my nipples hardened. He noticed. “You are the sleep cuddler.”
“False.” I wiggled again, feeling his shaft pressed against my ass. “I don’t move when I sleep. I wake up in the same position I go to bed.”
“Liar.” He arched his hips just enough for me to gasp. He licked his bottom lip and trailed his fingers from my waist to the side of my boobs. “How are you feeling, baby? Sore?”
“A bit. But it’s a good sore.” I sucked in a breath when he teased my nipples, just barely touching them enough for me to buck. “How are you?”
“Really, really fucking good.” He sat up so our faces were a breath apart. “I love seeing you like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.
“Happy and naked and free. It makes me think things I shouldn’t be thinking.” He reached over for a condom and arched one eyebrow. “Like the fact that I should let you rest right now.”
“Don’t wanna rest.” I took the packet and ripped it open, sliding it on his impressive morning wood. “Not when I have you here with me.”
His answering smile was all I needed. I lowered myself onto him, wincing when he entered me. “Baby, we don’t—”
“Shh.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and embraced his length. God, he was big. He guided my hips to rock with him, and the expression on his face was almost too much. Slack jaw, parted lips, swirling eyes.
“Sarah…” He groaned, pulling me down and kissing the hell out of me. “Never been like this before,” he said, his voice getting husky and low. “Never.”
His words fueled me. The soreness shifted to pleasure the more we went. I found a pace that felt natural and sent tingles down my spine. He slipped his hands between my thighs and gave me the needed pressure on my clit to send me over the edge andorgasmdid I ever.Holy shit.My body convulsed from the pleasure. I lost all sense of time as I rode the high and fell onto his chest, panting and sweating. “Brigham…woah.”
He grunted and gripped my hips as he arched his back, his leg muscles tensing before he too came loudly. His hands dug into my skin and I couldn’t think of any reason why we should ever leave this bed.Ever.“Fuck, Sarah.” He set me down next to him, his chest rising fast as he caught his breath. But he didn’t let me recover alone. He intertwined our fingers while we lay there, caught up in a bliss I didn’t know existed. He removed the condom and joined me on the bed, pulling me into his side and kissing me. “Thank you,” he whispered, barely audible.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brigham
I would surely be sent to hell. Sarah felt so fucking good against me, her little breaths tickling my arm, and I refused to move. I trailed my fingers over her shoulder, and after my heart slowed down, I turned onto my side and sighed. “You look good with the just-fucked hair.”
“I knew it.” She closed her eyes and gave me a drunk, sleepy look. “Is sex always like this? Wait—don’t answer that.” She shook her head and cringed, and I chuckled before moving my hand to her hip.
“Honestly? No.”
She peeked one eye open and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Don’t tease me right now, Brigham. I’ve had a lot of orgasms and my brain is fluffy.”
“Not teasing.”God, this woman is perfect.My smile hurt my face, watching her cute expressions. The worry lines on her face disappeared when I kissed her collarbone. “It changes when there are feelings and trust involved.”
“Huh.”
“Why ‘huh’?” I asked, obsessed with her freckles and how her teeth weren’t perfectly straight. It made her features better, somehow, and I swallowed down the guilt of not telling her about the trial.
“Just thinking about my sex life.”
“With me, right?” I teased, but also needed her to confirm her statement for reasons that had anything to do with jealously.Right.
She giggled and met my gaze. “No, actually.”
“Sarah. What?”
She laughed harder and ran her fingers over my chest with a dazed look. “I always wondered why I waited. It wasn’t because I’m a prude. I’m not. It wasn’t because I didn’t try to put myself out there or anything, because I did. I think…sex, this physical stuff—I need trust there.”
