Chapter 44
Rosie
I wake slowly, wrapped in a comforting and familiar warmth. It takes a second to place where I am, but then it all comes into focus: I’m in Alex’s arms, the best place in the world. A sweet ache lingers between my thighs, a wicked reminder of the way my cowboy claimed me with his rough hands, tongue and cock, leaving me trembling and craving more of his untamed heat. I should probably blush… but it felt too good to feel embarrassed.
He was so sweet at first. I don’t think I’d ever really made love before, but now I understand what it means. Then, just as only Alex can, after we reached that perfect peak together—after we held each other as close as humanly possible for who knows how long, after he whispered his vulnerable words, after his tender and reverent touches—he placed his hat on my head and let “Cowboy Alex”
take over.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to choose between the two sides of him… I love them both.
And I still can’t believe that in less than five minutes, Alex made it clear that we’re in this together and that he loves me. I’ve never been this happy or this comfortable with anyone else.
I have no idea what time it is. The light filtering through the curtains suggests it’s mid-morning, maybe even early afternoon. A fleeting thought crosses my mind—Alex is probably supposed to be at work—but I push it aside. I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment with worries.
I know how seriously he takes his work, and lately, he’s been a little off-balance because of me… but selfishly, I want him here just a little longer.
I look up at his sleeping face. His lips are curved into a slight smile, like he’s dreaming something pleasant. His hair is adorably messy, and I have to resist the urge to run my fingers through it so I don’t wake him.
I snuggle closer, savoring the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. There’s something incredibly intimate about this, maybe more than anything we’ve shared so far. Just lying here, naked and vulnerable, just existing together like this… it’s perfect.
A deep peace settles over me, so complete that it almost scares me. But with Alex, all my fears and insecurities seem to melt away. I feel safe, protected, loved.
A smile spreads across my lips as I remember his words:
I’ve always been here, Rosie.
And he was right. Even when we were apart, even when I tried to deny how I felt, some part of me knew I belonged to him.
I feel Alex shift a little, his arm tightening around me. I’m not sure if he’s awake or still dreaming, but I don’t care. I could stay right here forever, if I could.
I look up just as his eyes slowly open, still soft and sleepy.
“Hi, princess,”
he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
My heart flips. How is he this perfect first thing in the morning?
“Hi, cowboy,”
I reply, unable to hold back my smile.
He pulls me in even closer, and I feel his lips brush against my forehead. “How long did we sleep?”
he asks, his voice still warm with sleep.
I shrug lightly. “I have no idea. And honestly, I don’t care.”
Alex chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I should probably be at work…”
“Probably,”
I agree, but neither of us makes a move to get up. Instead, I just hold him tighter.