NATHAN
I don’t want to move, not with Violet’s naked body pressed up against me like a damn koala bear. Blinking the sleep away, I tip my chin and take her in. Her soft curves and pale skin are on display from where the cover has ridden down. I look at her face, her eyelashes fanning the top of her cheeks, lips parted from soft inhales and exhales, her hair spread over my chest.
My erection grows harder as I remember how good it felt to be buried inside her, something I very much want to repeat, but can I? That’s the true question.
While Violet and I have officially crossed over a line, she has also become my friend. I don’t even know when it happened. At first, I just enjoyed getting a rise out of her, getting in her space, but then I got to know her, and here we are.
I’m not sure who initiated the kiss, and frankly, I don’t care, but I do know that I want more than one night. My chest squeezes like a vice because what if she doesn’t? She asked me to stay, but was that just because of her post-orgasm bliss?
My dick twitches, and I can’t stop my groan. I loved exploring her body and reading her reactions to me. I just want to keep doing it until I know every single one of her erogenous zones. At the thought of trying every single position I can think of, images flashing through my mind, I become even more aroused.
“Morning,” she says, her voice thick with sleep, her hand brushing against my erection as she stretches. I hear the catch in her breathing.
“Sorry,” I say, but I’m not even remotely sorry.
“I’m not complaining,” she says, peeping up at me under those long lashes. “But I am desperate for a pee.”
She’s up and out of my arms way too quick for my liking. I’m mesmerised as she sashays out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall, not even bothering to cover up.
Letting out a groan, I cover my face with my arm. I hear the toilet flushing, followed by the tap running and the brushing of her teeth.
I pull my arm back and glance at my watch. We only have a few hours until the baby shower and gender reveals.
When she returns, she’s wearing a light, silky dressing gown, and all I can think of is undoing the belt and tying her hands to the headboard while I have my wicked way with her all over again. My dick throbs painfully now, and I have to stifle a moan.
She hooks her thumb over her shoulder. “There’s a toothbrush on the side.”
I nod and throw the cover off and watch her eyes as they go straight to my erection. No point in me trying to cover it up.
“My eyes are up here,” I say, and hers spring to my face, her cheeks flushing.
“It’s hard to ignore,” she says, swallowing hard.
I say nothing as I move towards her like a predator. I want to pull her into my arms and ravish her, but I also don’t want to scare her off. This is new territory for both of us.
Stopping right in front of her, I grip her hips and lower my face, bringing my mouth to the shell of her ear as I whisper, “Good, because it's all for you, baby.”
She lets out a heavy breath as she sways closer, and I feel her hard nipples graze my bare chest through the thin fabric of her dressing gown as her hands reach out and hold on to my biceps.
I pull back a fraction, kiss her cheek, and then walk into the bathroom. I’d put money on it that she’s staring—to prove my theory correct, I glance over my shoulder, and sure enough, she’s watching. I wink right before closing the door.
Running the cold tap, I hold my hand under the water and then splash my face a few times before brushing my teeth.
The cold water does the trick, and at least I can piss now.
After I’ve washed my hands, I grab a small towel and wrap it around my waist before I go back and find her in the kitchen. She glances up when she sees me and breaks out in a soft smile. Her eyes lower to my Adonis belt before roaming over my chest and back to my face.
“Stop it, unless you want a repeat of last night,” I say, my voice coming out thick.
Licking her lips, she turns back to the mugs. “Promises, promises,” she says playfully, removing the tea bags and adding a dash of milk.
I cage her against the counter, my hands on either side of her body.
“Oh, all you have to do is say yes.” Kissing her cheek again, I take the mug she offers me and step away.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
Taking a small gulp, I nod. “I’m always hungry,” I say, my eyes roaming over her body.
