Something pressed into myface.
I tried to swat it away, not ready to rouse from sleep. The poking continued until I finally opened my eyes. Bebe sat above my head, on my pillow, trying to wake me. The cats usually stayed with Brenna, but I was the one who dropped food into their bowls before working out in the morning.
The clock on the nightstand wasn’t back on yet. Brenna slept soundly beside me, the other three cats curled around her. The sun shone through the window, illuminating her caramel blond hair spread across the sheets.
No part of me wanted to leave her alone in this bed, not after how long it took to get her here. I didn’t want to come back and find it empty.
I banished the thought, quietly sliding out of bed, tiptoeing to the door, and soundlessly opening it. The cats made more noise than me, happily getting up for breakfast. Brenna didn’t stir. A stupid surge of pride hit me at how thoroughly I’d exhausted her last night. Memories surfaced—the sweet taste of her soft lips, the sound of her breathy moans as my tongue sank between her legs…
Dammit. As if I wasn’t painfully hard already.
When I came back into the room ten minutes later, Brenna mumbled, “You weren’t here when I woke up.” She eyed my crotch as I walked to the bed. Her fingertips trailed over her naked breasts, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. “I would have woken up earlier if I knew you were walking through the house like that.”
“My eyes are up here, Quinn.”
She beamed, her radiant smile stabbing me through the chest. I wanted the life we were robbed of. Letting her get away had killed something inside me, and it never grew back. I wondered if that was what stirred in my chest now, the lost piece coming back to life.
“They are nice eyes, Nathan.” She fluttered her lashes. “Are you staying? Or do you need to do your morning workout?”
I planted a knee on the bed. “How do you expect me to focus on a workout when I know you’re up here, looking likethis?”
She rolled onto her side as I settled into the bed and pulled her warm body against mine. My mouth immediately found hers.
Brenna tilted her head, giving me access to kiss her neck while my hand palmed her breast.
“Why are there no condoms in this house?” she bemoaned.
I hadn’t been with anyone since my end-of-season physical, so I knew I didn’t need a condom. Brenna was the one who had been in a long-term relationship, but I had no interest in asking about their sex life. Which meant I couldn’t sink my cock into her until the streets were cleared from the storm and I could go to the store.
With her need for me straining her voice, it was fucking misery.
We hadn’t talked about our past or our feelings, so I had no idea what sex with me would even mean to her. A temporary hookup? Working me out of her system?
If it was either of those, I didn’t know if I would ever recover. Having her once, exploring her body inside out, was not enough for me.
I pushed the thought out of my mind, refocusing on Brenna’s want for me.
“Damn, Bren,” I groaned, my fingers slipping inside her pussy. “Someone’s turned-on this morning.”
“That feels so good, Nathan,” she murmured into my ear.
I moved two fingers in and out, pressing my palm firmly against her clit.
“Right… there…”
I’d never forget this image of her getting exactly what she needed from me—her head thrown back, lips parted, breath leaving her in pants. I dropped my mouth to her breast, careful not to stop the rhythm of my hand. My lips wrapped around her nipple, my tongue teasing.
“Nathan.” She exhaled the sexiest moan.
Thatwas now my favorite way she’d ever said my name.
Her eyes opened and found mine, like she wanted to see me watching her come undone. She shuddered around my fingers, her hand fisting the sheets, her muscles tensing, limbs tightening until she erupted.
Fuck, I can’t wait to feel her finish around my cock.
I surged forward, kissing the edge of her mouth. “You are beautiful when you come,” I whispered before kissing the other corner.
She was still trying to catch her breath but shifted so my lips landed on hers, teasing me with her tongue. Then she was moving away, bouncing onto her knees.
