Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Did someone turn the heat on?
Jorja shifted and tried to stretch her arms but found them confined. It took a couple of seconds before she realized the source of the heat burning up her back.
“Go back to sleep.” He kissed her from behind and breathed a little breath from his lips into her ears. His hands wrapped her from behind, holding her boobs with one arm and the other across, covering her hand on her stomach.
“I need to pee.” If he didn’t let her go soon, they were about to get way more intimate than either of them was ready for. “Gunnar, I need to pee.”
“Mmh.” He released her hands and uncurled himself from around her body. “Will you come back?”
“I promise.” The memory of how he reacted yesterday when she’d snuck out of bed nudged at her mind. She rolled out of his arms and sat up. Leaning down, she planted soft kisses on the corner of his mouth until his eyes blinked open. “Good morning.”
“If you keep kissing me, you aren’t going to have time to pee.” He smirked sleepily up at her. “Hurry back, ‘kay?”
She scrambled off the bed. Why did he have to look so damn good first thing in the morning?
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did what she needed to do and almost yelped.
“Sister, you look like you had one heck of a night,” she whispered to her reflection.
“But let’s not scare sexy Jerk-God.” After washing her hands, she scrubbed last night’s makeup off her face.
Bare skin was better than bride of the dead gone wrong.
She padded back to bed and crawled in next to him when he turned the covers back for her. “Thanks.”
“Come ‘ere.” He pushed one arm under her neck and cuddled her close. Gunnar was a snuggler. If someone had told her that two days ago, she would have laughed until she couldn’t breathe.
Now, she rested her head on his chest and dozed off.
Four AM was way too early to get up. Especially when Gunnar pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and whispered, “Sleep, baby. We have a couple of more hours before the reality clock starts ticking.”
“Yummy,” she whimpered. Dreaming of being in Gunnar’s bed, both of them naked and him cuddled up next to her, was an awesome way to start a morning.
A gentle hand ran over her body. A stroke and her nipples hardened.
A touch and her pussy got wet. She rolled to a position where Gunnar could touch her breasts more easily and she opened her legs so he could play with her pussy.
She sighed; if only this wasn’t a dream.
Gentle kisses across her face light as a feather, pecks on her lips, with his hands making her insane, even if it was only in her dreams, was the best way to wake up.
She loved to cuddle in the early morning hours, when her body and mind had some rest and the level of tension in her nervous system was very low.
Her body relaxed enough to enjoy sex far better and deeper than when her body and mind were full of tension from all the activities and emotions which came from a full day of living.
She loved the feeling of drowsy Gunnar pressing all her buttons to turn her on.
Even if this wasn’t reality, her day was going to start off with the biggest smile and the best mood ever.
She rolled over onto her side, and Gunnar spooned against her, his hard cock grinding between her butt cheeks. His hands caressed her body, and he gave her neck kisses which made her shiver.
“You are so beautiful when you wake up.” The words rasped against her neck, and she arched against him. The intimacy and close connection wove around them. Neither were properly awake, which ramped up the desire.
“Jerk-God.”
He chuckled, and she felt it all through her body. “Still going with that, huh?”
“Mmh.”
He moved down the bed and between her legs. His mouth covered her clit and he sucked, sucking and releasing the pressure rhythmically, pulling her clit in and out of his mouth until she moaned almost in time with his sucks.
“Gunnar…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Quit teasing me and…”
He surged up her body to claim her lips, kissing her deep, wet, and slow. “And what?” he teased.
“Make love to me.”
“How can I resist those green eyes? How could anyone?” He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands stroking her face, and murmured, “My pleasure, baby,” and slid home.
She’d been ready for a romp as hot and sexy as last night. Nothing could have prepared her for Gunnar taking her at her word and making slow, sweet love to her with every stroke. Jorja wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clutching him to her. Her sigh felt like it came from her toes.
“Beautiful,” Gunnar whispered against her throat. “Just beautiful.”
Yes, yes, he was. If ever there was a man made to be called beautiful, it was him. The scars and the bruises added soul to the beauty she saw when she looked at him.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
Was he somehow reading her mind? She lifted her eyelids and met his gaze, getting lost in the moment as he smiled down at her.
Something so profoundly deep touched her heart, and she knew right then she would fight for him, for them.
The words were right on the tip of her tongue, but she bit them back.
It was too soon—way too soon, and she refused to break the magic of this time between them by putting those words out there… yet.
I love you.
She shivered against the onslaught of emotions, reaching up off the pillows, tightening her grip on his shoulders, and hiding her face against his chest. As if sensing what she needed, he pulled away and settled in behind her, the big spoon to her little one.
One hand under her head banded the other around her, keeping her close as he stroked his length between her lower lips a few times before finally pushing into her so damn slowly.
He began an unhurried but steady rhythm in and out of her. Gunnar rocked back and forth until she could feel the orgasm building.
“I can feel it coming.”
He pressed kisses to her neck and shoulders. “I feel it too. You are clenching around me so damn tight.”
She pushed back against him, urging him deeper as she came in a burst of raw emotion and his fingers went to her clit, rubbing and rolling, extending her pleasure until, with a growl against her ear, he followed her over the edge.
She loved that he didn’t just pull away, he shuffled closer, staying inside her and sighing deeply.
“I vote for waking like this every day.”
“Me too.” Why was her voice hoarse?
“Sleep a bit. I don’t want to move just yet.”
She didn’t want to move either. When they did, reality would seep in, and they’d have to deal with everything. Everything she wasn’t ready to face just yet.
* * *
“What are we doing?” As soon as she asked the question, she wanted to smack herself for taking the mood from chilled and relaxed to tense and awkward.
But in her defense, it had been so long since she’d been intimate with someone other than Battery Barry who lived in her bedside table drawer, she wasn’t sure how things worked any more.
And she certainly had no idea what Gunnar wanted to happen. “This is a fling… right?”
Gunnar stepped out of the bathroom with a razor in his hand and his face covered in white. “What now?”
“This.” She waved a hand between them. “Is this just a fling?”
He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head, studying her. If he didn’t answer her soon, she was going to think the answer was yes, it’s a fling. “Do you want it to be?”
NO!
You light my girlie bits on fire.
Fire down there sounds like a problem; you should get that looked at.
By him?
She shook the pillow she held in her arms in an attempt to get herself to focus on the conversation and not his considerable attributes.
Why was he shaving naked? Didn’t he know it was next to impossible to focus while his penis was swinging in the freaking breeze?
“You shouldn’t answer a question with a question.
” That sounded reasonable… right? She hoped so, because it was all she had right now.
Gunnar cleared his throat, and she jerked her eyes back to his face.
His smirk told her he knew exactly what she’d been focused on, and it wasn’t the freaking conversation.
“I won’t push you into something you don’t want.”
He disappeared into the bathroom again. She stared at the door, and just knew she’d said the wrong thing.
Jorja climbed out of bed and grabbed the nearest item of clothing, one of his discarded t-shirts, and slipped it on over her head.
She went to the bathroom door and peered in.
Her heart clenched when she saw him standing with both hands on the edge of the sink and his head low.
As if he sensed her presence, he lifted his gaze and met hers in the mirror.
They stared at each other for long moments, as if trying to figure out what the other was thinking.
“That didn’t come out right,” she said softly. “I have no clue how any of this works.”
“Why?”
She hesitated, unsure what exactly he was asking. “At the risk of sounding stupid or rude, why what?”
“Why don’t you know how it works?” He turned and leaned his ass and both hands against the sink. “How is that possible?”
He was going to think she was frigid or something, but she forged on anyway. “Because I don’t normally like anyone in my space or being in theirs. It’s… awkward.”
“Is it awkward for you being here with me?”
“It freaking is now,” she muttered. “But only because we’re talking about it.
” Her eyes widened when she realized she’d voiced the words and not kept them in her head where they belonged.
Mortified, she looked at her feet. She didn’t remember taking off her shoes, but figured she must have kicked them off sometime during the night.
An amused sound came from him, somewhere between a laugh and a snort, but not quite either.
“Baby, how can a beautiful woman like you not have men beating down your door to spend their nights curled around you and having blow your mind morning sex before starting their day? Are the men in Hamburg blind, crazy, or both?”
“A baseball bat next to the door and knowing when to use it is helpful in keeping the persistent ones on the opposite side of the door.”
He stepped away from the sink and came to her, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and whispered, “Would you take that bat of yours after me if I knocked on your door?”
She glanced at his mouth and those oh so kissable lips of his before meeting his gaze. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Good.” His eyes smiled into hers. “But I might wear a ball cup and Kevlar… just in case.”
She found her big girl panties and pulled them up in her mind. “How does this work? I live in Germany, you live here.”
“We don’t have to decide right now, beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “Don’t overthink this. We enjoy it—enjoy us.” He swiped some shaving foam from his chin and dabbed it on her nose. “We’ll figure out the rest as we need or want to.”
“I thought men like you had backup plans for their backup plans?”
He snorted. “Baby, backup plans for backup plans are for missions, not for my love life. When I’m all in, I’m all in. No backup plan required.” He went back to shaving.
How could he just do normal things when such an extraordinary thing was happening? She closed the lid of the toilet and sat down. “All in?”
“All in,” he confirmed. “The rest of the decision is up to you.” Gunnar’s phone beeped and he glanced at it. “Remi found something. We gotta get to the war-room, stat.”
“Then you are just going to have to restrain yourself from jumping me the second I’m naked.
” She stood up and stripped off her t-shirt.
“Because I’m not going down there until I’ve showered.
” Some brazen streak she hadn’t known she possessed reared its head, and she smacked him lightly on the bottom before turning and flipping on the shower.
The three seconds it took for the water to start to flow was enough for him to cross the bathroom and scoop her up. “If you’re gonna get clean anyway, then we should make sure you are sufficiently dirty in the first place.”
“Do we have time?” She slid down his body under the water.
“I’m the boss, baby,” he reminded her, “and I say damn straight we do.”