I roll my hips forward and take the tip of him inside me. “Oops.”
His possessive grip tightens. “Aspen. Fuck. Don’t.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts himself all the way inside. “Why didn’t you say that?”
I let out a small cry as my body stretches to fit him.
He pulls himself almost all the way out and thrusts into me again, pausing to give me time to adjust. “Look at me, Aspen. I want to see you.”
I raise myself onto my hands and look up at him through hooded eyes. The way his gaze latches on to mine is both wild and all-consuming. I’ve never felt more wanted or desired—not just for my body, but forme. I want to drown in the sensation.
He leans over and kisses me, working his hips into a steadier rhythm.
I do my best to meet him as I drive my hips forward, taking his full length each time.
He lifts one of my bent knees higher, and his pumps become more uncontrolled.
My nerves are firing as the warmth builds again. I open my mouth in a silent plea, and Baylor drives into me harder. Faster. Grunting with each frantic movement.
I clench around him, my muscles fluttering.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, breathing hard.
Rough fingers circle my clit only once, and my body trembles with its release. I implode, and his hand rushes to cover my mouth and silence my cries. I pinch my eyes shut as I ride it through to the end, seeing stars explode like fireworks behind my eyelids. I feel him swell inside me a second later and do the same for him, not letting a single grunt or moan leave his lips.
He kisses my hand tenderly to let me know when it’s okay to remove it and then slowly lowers me back onto my feet.
I hold his arms for support and trail kisses up his chest until I reach his lips.
He smiles, breathless. “Fuck. You must really hate me, huh?”
I lift my chin, fighting a grin and failing. “More than ever.”
He hums, bringing his lips to my forehead. “That’s what I thought.”
10
Christmas Morning
My warm pillow stirs beneath me, and I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision so I can see what time it is. It’s bright out, but I still feel like I could sleep another eight hours.
Rolling over, I reach for my phone on the side of the bed and feel the ache in my muscles.
My phone’s not there.
Because this isn’t my room.
I peek over at Baylor and see that he’s already awake. Tousled hair, suckable lips, and bare chest. I wish I had a camera on me to capture such a perfect image and keep it forever.
“Hi,” I say because I’m at a loss for words. What do you say when you wake up next to the last person you ever thought you’d wake up next to after he fucked you three—no, four—different ways?
A grin stretches across his face. “Mornin’.”
I sit upright, looking at the mangled bedding. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
