I threw a leg over him. “I’m never letting you get away now.”
Briggs laughed and kissed the top of my head. “What if I don’t want to leave?”
My heart lifted as my stomach dipped. “Good.” Not only was he sexy, but he was an amazing kisser and lover.
So much goodness he was hiding, shielding away from the world. Yet he opened up. For me.
Only me.
We dozedoff in each other’s arms, awaking a couple of hours later only to feast on each other’s bodies once more. Until the wee hours of the morning, we explored each other, discovering what we liked and loved, and having orgasm after orgasm.
At some point, we fell asleep, and when I woke the next morning, I watched Briggs sleep. His chest rose and fell softly, his mouth slightly opened as he breathed evenly. I touched his cheek with the back of my fingers. It had only been days but here I was, falling for this man.
There was a heart of gold beating beneath his grumpy defense, and it was my heart. I vowed then never to hurt him, never to do him wrong, not after he trusted me.
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I closed my eyes for a few seconds, gathering my emotions. When I opened them again, Briggs watched me, a smile on his handsome face, one that faded quickly as soon as he saw my tears.
“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows etched together, concern filling his features.
“Nothing. You’re just amazing, you know that?”
Briggs chuckled. “That’s all of your orgasms talking.”
I jabbed his shoulder playfully. “No, I mean it. Thank you for finally letting me in.”
His handsome smile crossed over his features. “Thank you for being you. For insisting on getting to know me. Let me bring you breakfast? In bed?”
“I’d love that.”
I laid in bed while Briggs disappeared, eventually dozing off again. When he returned with a tray of food and coffee, my eyes popped open, my stomach growling. He shimmed into bedbeside me and put the tray between us. We ate and drank our coffee while discussing our favorite things.
“My grandmother loved pink. For her birthday one year, she only wanted pink gifts.”
I laughed. “That must’ve been fun.”
“She was the best. I miss her.”
“Do you not get to see her much anymore?” I asked as gently as I could.
Briggs shook his head, a look of sadness tugging at his handsome features, his shoulders sinking. “She passed away. Before I moved here.”
“I’m sorry, Briggs.”
“Thank you. She was the best. She raised me. My parents actually died in a car accident when I was only a baby. So I don’t really remember much of them except for a few pictures, stories my grandmother would tell me, but I still miss them, you know? Even if I can’t remember a relationship with them.”
“Oh, wow, Briggs, I am so sorry.” I said, moving the tray to the side and climbing into his lap. “I didn’t realize you went through so much.”
“You couldn’t have known. But it’s why I keep to myself. Not only am I sad, but I’m afraid to get close to someone else for fear of it happening again.”
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
Briggs wrapped his arms around me, and I kissed him, softly, slowly, at first, our kisses growing more intense as the seconds passed.
Soon, our breakfast was forgotten about as we gave in to the passion of each other, the magnetic pull between us too great to ignore.
We kissed as our hands explored, clothes coming off piece by piece, before we were naked in each other’s arms once again.
It was quick and hurried, frenzied and needy, both of us needing the other in ways we couldn’t explain with words.
