‘Holy shit!’
I shoot upright, snatching my hand back, and gawp at him sprawled out beside me.
‘Not quite the good morning I was expecting,’ he murmurs.
‘I— We—You?—’
‘You turned up, we had sex, I let you stay.’ He lifts a brow. ‘That about fill in the blanks?’
His eyes are laughing, his posture easy, completely unbothered. Like we’ve done this before: woken up together, spent the night. Only we haven’t. And his… yeah, that’s definitely not relaxed.
I swallow, clutching my burning hand like it might erase the grope I just stole. Not that I’m embarrassed. I’m… I don’t actually know what I am.
‘You also gave me a morning stroke,’ he adds. ‘But just so we’re clear, that wasallyou.’
Heat flashes through me. Eyes blinking as I drink him in. He’s gorgeous like this: cheeks warm, eyes soft, hair askew. Too sexy for this hour. Or maybe it’s the strange vulnerability of waking up together that does it.
Whatever the case, I like it. I like it a lot.
No mask, no layers. Just?—
Us?
‘And before you start on about boundaries,’ he says, ‘can I remind you that you came to me and?—’
I cut him off with a kiss, climbing into his lap before he can finish. ‘Sleeping over was your boundary.’
‘And does it feel like I’m complaining?’
I laugh against his mouth, the sound catching as he grips my hips and grinds me against his hardened length.
‘No,’ I gasp out, heady little tremors firing through my core.
‘I can’t get enough of you,’ he groans.
‘You and me both.’
And I mean every word as I line him up exactly where I want him and sink down, claiming him whole. I rock my hips, my head tipping back while his hands knead my breasts –fingers circling, pinching, tugging – until I’m shaking, breathless, seconds from combusting.
‘Taylor!’
It tears from his lips as his body tenses beneath me – neck corded, muscles locking. No, I’ll never get enough of this. My name on his lips when he crumbles, so beautifully, so completely.
I cling to sanity just long enough to capture it all, then give myself over to the pleasure – eyes squeezed shut, body arched back, pulse after pulse rolling through me – until I finally collapse forward against his chest. Our hearts hammering together.
‘Now that’s a wake-up call I could get used to,’ he murmurs.
And I know he’s just saying it – a flippant remark, not meant to mean anything – but my heart reaches for it, greedy anyway.
‘Yeah,’ I whisper.
‘So…’ he says low, ‘about those boundaries?’
I fight to keep my body relaxed. ‘How about we just agree to stick to what feels good?’
He huffs a laugh. ‘Pretty sure we just proved we’re naturals at that.’
‘I just don’t want to overthink it,’ I say quickly, already afraid that I am.
