It’s just warmth. Just Tessa.
Her back is curled into me, fitting perfectly against the front of my body. My arm is draped over her, like I’ve claimed her, and I never want to let go.
Maybe I have. Maybe I don’t want to.
It’s a thought that’s been pressing harder into my consciousness with every second thatticks closer to Luke’s arrival and Tessa’s departure.
But for the moment, I focus on the one thing I can control.
My raging hard dick, demanding release.
She shifts in her sleep, pressing back instinctively. I suck in a sharp breath between my teeth.
“Careful, doll,” I murmur into her hair.
Instead of going still, she rolls her hips slowly and deliberately against me. A sexy, sleepy laugh vibrates through her.
“Good morning,Daddy.”
A growl rumbles through me. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She stretches like a cat in response, arching back further into me in a way that is definitely not accidental. “You feel very much alive to me.”
I slide a hand down her side, letting my palm settle on her hip. “You have no idea.”
She turns in my arms, facing me now, her eyes still half closed but open enough that I can see the teasing glint there. The sheets fall just enough to slide down the curve of her shoulder, to the swell of her breasts.
Her fingers drift up my chest, unhurried, as if we have all the time in the world.
“You slept well?”
I hold her gaze and nod. She makes it easy to feel comfortable andsafein a way I didn’t know I needed.
“I guess you wore me out,” I say, keeping it light instead. “Again.”
Her hand drifts lower and wraps around my cock, making me groan. “You don’t seem very worn out to me.”
She strokes me slowly, pulling a growl from my throat.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice thick. “Keep that up, and I’m going to have to take over.”
Her grip tightens, her thumb swirling around the head of my cock, smearing the bead of precum over my length. “Promise?” she purrs.
Challenge accepted. I roll us quickly, pinning her beneath me, catching both her wrists in one hand over her head, my body caging hers. She gasps, thighs parting as I settle heavily between them, my cock throbbing against her belly.
“You want to be in control, doll?” My free hand skims down her, my nails raking lightly over her ribs, hip, and inner thigh. “Or do you want me to be?”
“You,” she moans on a breath, her greedy hips lifting. “Always you.”
“Good girl.” I hold her gaze, command in my tone. “Hands stay there, Tessa. Got it? No coming until I say so. Understood?”
She nods, biting her lip, an eager trust in her eyes. I fucking love the way she responds to me. The way she wants this exactly the way I do.
I reach between her legs and drag my fingers through her folds. She’s soaking wet for me already. “Damn, Tessa. You’re so wet for me.”
“Always.” The word is a moan as her eyes close, her head dropping back.
I move in slow, feather-light circles over her clit, watching her lips twitch, her breath coming faster. She’s so damn responsive to me.
