He squeezed his eyes shut as he growled. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”
“Hard,” she panted. “Fast and hard.”
His eyes blazed blue when he opened them. He gave her a ferocious smile as his fingers found her clit and rubbed. The head of his cock pressed against her opening. Then he pushed inside her with one hard stroke. He continued to rub her clit as he thrust deeper inside her, faster and faster.
Wren felt his body shaking as hers trembled. Somewhere amidst her pleasure she knew he was close. Elias growled low in his throat, his lagoon-blue eyes burning with the same need that consumed her. His strong hands cupped her hips, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together. He took her lips again, hungry and desperate. His tongue danced inside her mouth as his cock stroked her.
“Now,” she cried out as her body convulsed around his hardness. Elias roared in answer, pumping into her. When he was finished, he rolled onto his side and kept her close, their bodies still connected. He laid gentle, tender kisses across her forehead until Wren sank into a deep, sweet sleep in his arms.
Wren awoketo the smell of breakfast cooking. She blinked and looked around the bedroom. Morning light creeped in around the blinds. Birds chirped outside the window.
Did I really sleep through the night?She had no memory of stirring after they’d made love. She tried to remember the last time she’d slept like a rock and couldn’t.
She sat up carefully and stretched. Her back felt pleasantly sore, worked over from the massage. Wren reached back and ran her thumb down the side of her shoulder blade. The rock was still there, but it seemed smaller and didn’t pull on her shoulder like it usually did.
Score one for the Lion.
Other parts of her felt worked over as well.
An entire weekend of great sex will do that to a girl, Wrenbird. This time the voice in her head sounded like Barbie’s. Wren giggled. Lion had given it to her hot and sexy. He’d also given it to her sweet and caring. Her back was proof of that. It felt better than it had since…
Since when?
Let’s just leave it at a long time.
Wren’s stomach rumbled at the enticing aroma of bacon. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and wondered if there was a brush in Elias’ bathroom. Then she spotted her tote bag on his dresser.
Thoughtful of him to bring it in here.
Her heart warmed. That was Elias in a word—thoughtful.
Okay, and funny. And hot. And an amazing lover. And, and, and…
She giggled again.
And calm.
She stopped giggling as her heart kicked in her chest. Anxiety threatened to close back in. But why? Calm was good. Calm was what she liked. Calm was not…
Not anything like what I grew up with.
Wren took a deep breath and threw off the comforter, determined to outrun anything negative this morning. She got out of bed and went to her tote bag. Peering in, she grinned, back in a good mood. She knew just what to do to keep that good mood going.
NINE
Elias flipped four strips of bacon over in the skillet, thinking of the woman he’d left sleeping soundly in his bed. If she hadn’t left in the wee small hours of Saturday morning, this would be the second breakfast he’d made for her.
Happily.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent more than a few hours with a woman, let alone an entire weekend. Or how good it made him feel to know she was still in his house. Plus, they had the entire day ahead of them.
And Monday.
Elias wasn’t due back at work until Tuesday.
Dude, she’s not gonna want to stay. She’s got her own life.
But what if?
