Iwoke up, feeling the weight of the arm wrapped around my stomach, and smiled to myself. When was the last time I had such a good sleep?
Never.
Even after sex.
Not that I did that a lot. Sleep or sex.
I hadn’t stayed a night with a man since I was in college, and that was a one-time deal.
So, this, being wrapped up in his arms, was the best place I could be, and I didn’t want to leave it.
“You’re awake.” His voice was thick, husky, and it did all kinds of things to me, and it shouldn’t, because my damn cunt was still crying over the pounding she got.
“How the hell can you tell?”
“Your breathing changed.”
I turned slightly to glance at him over my shoulder. His eyes were still closed but his lips were lifted slightly under the stubble that had grown out over the last few days.
How the hell had I not caught that? Because that look just added to his damn sexiness.
It was not fair for this man to look as good as he did.
“You mean you’re awake enough to catch that?”
“More than you think. Last night was earth shattering, woman, but I still have a job to do and that means that I’m never not fully aware of what’s going on around me.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” I told him, twisting my lip as I thought that over.
He easily turned me around to where I was looking at him, his eyes searching mine.
“What do you mean, how you feel? Feel about what?”
“That you could wear me out so good and well that I fell asleep after our fourth round, but I wasn’t good enough to tire you out to fall into a deep sleep?”
“Oh, woman, make no mistake, you did a damn good job at fucking me senseless.” His words had a blush creeping on my cheeks. “But your safety is my number one goal, so no matter how tired I was, I was never going to be off duty long enough to give into that sleep.
“In fact, I’ll be honest. Every night from here on out that you sleep right next to me, I’ll never be sure I’ll fall into a deep sleep.”
“What about when I’m not with you?”
“I won’t sleep at all. But that will never happen. You’re mine, I’m claiming you, I’m telling the world you belong to me, which means you will sleep in my bed, in my arms, from here on out.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” I asked, throwing my leg over his hip.
He grinned as he pushed his hard dick upward, drawing it over my pussy.
“Yup, you. But you like it.”
I shivered as he pushed his hips again.
“Roman,” I whimpered, leaning forward to capture his lips. How did he do that? Turn me inside out, wanting more when I shouldn’t? Wasn’t he just as sore and tired as I was.
“Saranna,” he said, finally breaking the kiss. “I don’t want fast.”
I searched his eyes, slowly grinning.
“Then don’t fuck me, Roman. Make love to me.”
