Chapter 14
SEVEN
M y first thought when I wake up with Binx spooned against me is that this is probably the dumbest decision I’ve ever made.
I’m going to regret every second of these few stolen days with her as soon as we get home.
By this time next week, I’ll be kicking myself, wishing I had no idea how good it feels to wake up with her in my bed, to be buried inside her sweetness.
But right now?
Fuck… I’m happy.
The happiest I’ve been in longer than I can remember.
“Again?” she murmurs, laughter in her voice as I wake her with my hand down the front of her panties and my erection nudging the small of her back.
We were at it until one in the morning last night, transitioning from her riding me in front of the fireplace to writhing together between the sheets, but the lack of sleep has done nothing to take the edge off my need for her.
“I mean, we could wait until after breakfast,” I say, kissing her neck, marveling at the softness of her skin. She feels like rose petals under my lips, so soft and sexy. “If you’re too tired and need fuel.”
“I’m never too tired for you inside me,” she says, reaching back to rub my cock through my boxer briefs, making me groan. “I was dreaming about you all night.”
“Yeah? Anything you’d like for me to make a reality?” I ask as she rolls over, pressing a kiss to my bare chest that sends warmth surging through my entire body.
She’s so damned sweet, and so perfectly filthy, a fact she proves by whispering, “I’ve never had anyone finger my ass while they were inside me before. But I’ve heard it’s pretty great.”
“That’s a dream I can absolutely make come true,” I promise her, before stripping off her pajamas. Flannel goes flying into the air and then her panties are down her thighs and I’m back where I belong.
It’s a dangerous thought—this is only a stolen moment, nothing more—but I can’t deny how right it feels to guide her legs over my shoulders and cradle her ass in my hands as I devour her pussy. She tastes like hope and secrets and white water roaring through a mountain pass and when she comes on my face, I groan and relish the rush of her on my lips like a baptism.
Seconds later, I’m inside her, grinding into her pulsing heat as I tell her how beautiful she is, how fucking sexy. She clings to me, trembling with aftershocks from her first orgasm as I glide my hand through the slickness on her thighs, guiding it back to ease the passage of my finger as I tease into the tight ring of her ass.
“Oh, wow. Yeah, that feels amazing,” she murmurs, shivering as she wraps her arms tighter around my neck. Her teeth rake across my throat as she bite-kisses me, murmuring, “More. I can take more.”
“Greedy woman,” I say, but I love it. I love how hungry she is for me, how she craves wild, primal fucking as much as I do.
How she abandons herself to me, giving me her trust without holding back.
I never want to betray that trust. I tell myself that I won’t, that she’s the one who suggested this particular breed of farewell, and she’s a woman who knows her own mind. But as she comes, her body pulsing around my finger and my cock with a ferocity that leaves me no choice but to bury myself deep and empty my balls in this gorgeous woman, I’m not sure.
“I never want to hurt you,” I whisper against her cheek as we catch our breath.
She reaches up, pressing her finger to my lips. “Don’t be silly. Your finger isn’t that big. That was incredible by the way.”
I pull back, gazing down into her face. She looks…determined. There’s little doubt in my mind that she’s deliberately misunderstanding me, but still, I feel obligated to say, “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” she says briskly. “But I’m fine, I promise. I’m fine now, and I’ll be fine in the future.” She exhales a soft laugh, a smile curving her lips as she adds, “I mean, I think I will. Assuming you feed me soon. I’m starving. I’m not used to this much cardio before breakfast.”
I grin, ignoring the regret trying to take root inside me. I refuse to regret this or spend a second of our time together worrying about what happens after. We made this decision together, with our eyes wide open. Thinking about the future is only going to ruin the here and now.
Which would be a damned shame, because the here and now is fucking incredible.
Binx joins me in the bathroom, washing up in the freezing cold shower, giggling and teasing me about the amount of shrinkage going on below my nonexistent belt. I tease her about her diamond-hard nipples before taking one into my mouth to “warm it up.”
Before I know it, we’re fucking against the bathroom wall, Binx clinging to my shoulders as I take her hard and deep. We come seconds apart and I sag against the plaster, letting it hold us up as I will strength back into my knees.
Binx laughs again and squeezes my butt. “We should do that again in here. The view of your ass in the mirror while you’re pumping inside me is…chef’s kiss.”
I pull back, gazing into her flushed face. “Yeah?”
She nods. “Oh yeah. You really put your back into it.”
I grin. “Thanks. I try.”
“You succeed,” she assures me, pressing a kiss to my cheek that I feel in every one of my sex-shaken cells. “Now, we really have to eat. No more fun and games. I think my stomach is eating itself.”
I pull an exaggerated frown. “A cannibalistic stomach. That sounds serious.”
She nods. “Very. Our only hope is to fill it with blueberries from the fridge ASAP.” She squeezes my ass again before adding in a playful voice, “And then to give it all the pancakes and bacon it can eat. But I can’t make them because I’m already too weak to cook.”
I laugh. “You’re always too weak to cook.”
She sighs. “I know. It’s a flaw, one of my very few flaws, I might add. But, as you know, I’m very appreciative of all food that’s cooked for me, and heap on the praise as I eat. So, I think it all balances it out.”
It more than balances out, and I love cooking for her. I love it at home, when I’m busy in the kitchen and she and Sprout are finishing up homework at the table, and I love it even more this morning, with Binx dancing around the kitchen to Van Morrison playing on the speaker as I flip pancakes. I can’t remember the last time I smiled this much, laughed this much, felt this free to relish how good it feels to be alive.
When she presses against me, distracting me with a kiss as she steals a piece of freshly fried bacon from the plate beside me, my chest bubbles over with something more than happiness.
Joy…that’s what this is.
It’s been a while since it filled me up like this, like a spring pumping from deep in the earth with no sign of stopping.
It’s going to be a good day, there’s no doubt about that.
Maybe one of my best days ever…