I listen to her soft breathing for a moment before attempting to shift, trying to get some feeling back into my limb. But as I do, my erection rubs against her ass. When she lets out a soft moan, I freeze, my dick instantly responding to the erotic sound.
Shifting slightly, I press against her, enjoying the way her body responds to me even in sleep. She moves against me, letting out another soft moan that makes my cock throb.
“Mmm, morning,” she murmurs sleepily.
“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper before gently nipping at her earlobe. “Sleep well?”
“So good,” she admits, turning in my arms to face me. Her green eyes are heavy, a sparkle in them that makes me grin. “Not that we did much of it.”
Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine. The kiss starts out slow and sweet but quickly turns heated as she presses her body against mine.
When she hooks her leg over my hip and bites my lip, I growl into her mouth, “Bad girl.”
Rolling her over, I settle between her thighs and push inside in one smooth move. She’s still wet, her body warm and welcoming, made just for me.
“God, you feel amazing,” I groan, setting a leisurely pace that has her gasping beneath me.
Her nails dig into my back as she lifts her hips to match my rhythm. The way she looks in the morning light—hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes half-hooded in pleasure—is a sight I want to burn into my memory forever.
When her orgasm hits, she cries out my name. The sight of her coming undone beneath me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face in her neck as I follow her into bliss, emptying myself inside her with a long, drawn-out groan.
Shifting onto my back, I blow out a breath. “Damn, sweet cheeks. I just can’t seem to get enough of you. Why is that?”
“Why would you ever want to?” she giggles.
I turn my head to look at her and huff out a laugh. “Good point. I could use a shower.” Pushing myself up and out of bed, I hold out my hand. “Join me?”
After we’re clean, we get dressed and head downstairs to make breakfast. As we make our way into the kitchen, I can’t help but smile at how natural all this feels.
Sasha digs around in the fridge while I grab coffee mugs from the cabinet. “Eggs?” she asks.
“Hell, yeah. I’m starving after our morning workout.” I wink at her, loving the way her cheeks flush.
Unable to resist, I step into her, wrapping my arms around her waist while she cracks eggs into a bowl. Pressing my lips to the nape of her neck, I breathe in her clean scent.
“If you keep that up, we’re never going to eat,” she warns asshe shivers against me with a smile in her voice as she starts to whisk.
“Tsk. Tsk. You know how much I love toeat,” I murmur against her skin, moving my lips to that sensitive spot just below her ear, making sure my innuendo is understood.
She tilts her head, giving me better access even as she reaches for the salt. “Some of us need actual food to function, you know.”
I chuckle, stepping back to give her more room to work, but not before patting her ass playfully as she moves over to the stove.
“Jax!” she laughs, bumping me with her hip.
“What?” I ask innocently, sliding my hand over a plump cheek, giving it a squeeze. “Just appreciating what’s mine.”
She rolls her eyes and stirs the eggs while I grab some plates from the cabinet. Setting them on the counter beside her, I place another quick kiss on her shoulder, earning me a snort.
“Toast?” I ask, reaching for the bread.
“Please.”
We work in sync. I pop bread in the toaster while she finishes the eggs, bodies brushing against each other every couple of steps as we move around the kitchen.
“Do you?—”
My phone buzzes on the counter. When I look to see who it is, I see Dylan’s name on the screen.
