He’s been doing it all alone, and the thought makes my chest ache.
“I canfeelyou staring at me, Sunshine,” he rasps with his eyes still shut, causing me to jump.
I smile as I move my hand to his jaw, curving around it.
I love him this way. When his voice is still hoarse and low from sleep, and he’s relaxed and warm beside me, when he gives me the soft, sleepy smile that he is right now.
I just lovehim.
“Well, I thought you were sleeping.”
Wilder peels open his eyes and squints at me. The dark amber ring circling his irises is brighter in the morning sun.
“I was, but then I woke up thinking about how beautiful you are laying next to me, and how I haven’t been inside you in three days, and that’s far too fucking long.” He loops his arm around my waist and tugs me to him, his mouth curved into a smirk. “Morning, baby.”
“Morning,” I say back.
I should probably be worried about morning breath and how I look right now after spending the last few hours tossing and turning, but I just… don’t.
I’m enjoying this quiet, easy moment that feels so rare lately. And so new to us.
He buries his face into the curve of my neck, groaning when he drags in a long inhale. “Missed you so fucking much.”
“I missed you too.”
I feel his lips tugging into a smile against my skin, and I love that he gives me those so freely now.
There was a time that I’d never even seen him smile.
And now, I’m the reason that it’s there.
I’m so head over heels crazy about this man that it’s terrifying. It gives him so much power over my heart, over whether he cherishes it or breaks it.
But that’s what love is.
It’s putting your heart, the most vulnerable, fragile part of you, in someone else’s hands and trusting they’ll be careful with it.
“What time is it?”
My gaze shifts to the clock. “5:07.”
He grunts in response.
“Why?”
“Figuring out if I have time to make you come on my face and my cock before I have to leave for the arena, or if I just need to bend you over and make you come quick.”
My clit pulses.
Ignoring that, I groan.
“I didn’t know you had to go back to the arena this morning.”
He nods. “Meeting with Taylor and the offense coach, then practice.”
I sigh. Very dramatically. “Well, then I guess you better make it quick,Coach.”
In a breath, he’s got me onto my stomach, his hard, thick morning wood pressing against my ass, his lips hovering by my ear. “I see you’re begging to get your mouth filled this morning.”
