“Oh, God!” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him back down to me as I kiss him to keep myselffrom crying out. I don’t want the rest of the house to know what we’re up to right now.
He moves his hips slowly, dragging his cock in and out of me so that I feel every inch of him. With his forehead pressed to mine and his lips a breath from kissing me, we move together without hurry. This isn’t just about pleasure, and we’re not just chasing our orgasms.
This is about connection. About becoming one and losing ourselves in each other. I stare up into his eyes and I see nothing but adoration. This man is everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
“Zander,” I breathe. “I… I… ”
I can’t find the words to express what I’m feeling at this moment.
“It’s all right,” he whispers. “Just let yourself feel. I’m not going anywhere.”
When my orgasm does finally hit me, I cling to him as if he’ll keep me afloat as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
Then I fall asleep in his arms, safe and secure and certain that his embrace is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I wake up early the next morning. Like, really early. Three o’clock, because we have to get a jump on Black Friday shopping. Zander is still fast asleep, and given that there aren’t any other sounds in the house, I’m guessing his parents and Rosie are also still in bed.
For a few minutes, I try to go back to sleep for a bit but it’s no use. My stomach is a little off, probably from eating so muchyesterday, so I decide to just get up and grab my laptop. Might as well finish Zander’s article while I’ve got some time to kill.
Climbing back into bed, I rest my back against the headboard. Pulling up the document I’ve been working on, I add in a few lines about how wonderful of a brother he is and how loving of a son. When I’m done, I sit back and read over the whole article. I’m really happy with how it’s turned out, and I think Zander will be too.
I save the article in the shared folder setup for the project, then shoot Juliet an email letting her know it’s in the folder. Once I’ve hit send, I shut my laptop off and close it.
Holy shit. I did it. I actually did it.
“What’s got you looking so happy so early?”
I gasp and look down to find Zander grinning up at me, his hair mussed from sleep.
“Just finished your article,” I tell him, brushing my fingers along his jaw.
He grabs my hand and kisses each digit one at a time.
“Oh, yeah? Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
He looks thoughtful for a moment as he continues to play with my fingers.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask softly.
“Well… ” he begins slowly. “I was just thinking, since you’ve got this project done, what if you took some time off and stayed in Denver with me for a little while longer? I’m going to head back after our game here Sunday, and I’d really like you to come with me.”
I blink at him, surprised by the request. My heart jumps in excitement at the thought of spending more time with him. So far, this weekend has given me more clarity than I could’ve hoped for. I’m not ready for him to sacrifice his whole life for me or to jump into a long distance relationship without reallythinking about what options are open on my end to make this work.
“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll put in for vacation.” Something I’ve never done, so I have tons of PTO stockpiled. “How about I stay through the New Year?”
“Hell yes!” He sits up and pulls me into a hungry kiss.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back. Before things can get too hot and heavy, I pull away with a sigh.
“I need to get ready to go shopping with your sisters,” I tell him. “We’re supposed to meet in an hour.”
He cringes and lets out a disappointed groan. “Well, have fun. I hope you can still call it retail therapy after spending a day with them.”
I laugh and press another kiss to his lips before disentangling myself from his hold to head off to the bathroom so I can get ready for the day.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: HIT PIECE
