"I don't know what you mean."
"Your heart is racing, and there's a little quiver in your stomach that's lively against my arm."
Those little quivers go into a full-out flutter, and I find his hand, lacing my fingers with his.
"Want to tell me what's on your mind?"
"Cut me some slack. It's the first morning I'm waking up in my new place with my boyfriend. This is a monumental occasion that deserves some dedicated brain space."
I don't need to see his face to know he's smiling. "Yeah, I can cut you some slack. As long as this isn't a segue into you wigging out."
"I think you're safe."
"Fuck, I don't want to get up."
"I know what you mean." I snuggle deeper into his hard, warm body and feel the unmistakable tic of his erection on my lower back.
He slides our joined hands lower, nudging them between my thighs, and rolls his thumb across my clit.
"Hmmm," I moan appreciatively, the flutters going into overdrive.
"Help me out here, darlin'."
I hitch my calf over his and tilt back until I am completely open to him. He untwines our fingers and glides his along my slit, skillfully teasing the sensitive skin until I'm pretty sure I'm panting.
"So fucking wet." He nibbles on my earlobe softly.
"Yes."
"You know how fucking sexy it is knowing that's all mine?"
All I can do is nod, understanding the meaning behind his words. My sexual experience isn't as vast as his, but never once have I had a lover without protection. Last night, we gave in to the wild and intense passion I never knew possible. Whatever memories I held on to shattered immediately. The moment he slid into me, looking down with a savage possession, rocked me to my bones. When we exploded, I felt every pulse as he emptied inside me.
Now as he plays, taunting me, it's a mixture of us together. His hips dip and he guides himself slowly inside. "Silky, hot, wet, never felt anything like this."
I whimper, pleasure ripping through my body. This is new for me, and with each stroke, sizzling sensations light up. "Oh God," I finally find my words.
"That works for me, but I need your face, gorgeous."
My neck cranes to the side, trying to give him what he needs without shifting our connection. My eyes meet his and I swear the air leaves my lungs. The deep blue orbs pierce into me, fierce and powerful enough to hold me captive.
The air around us sizzles, cracking with intensity. He bends, placing his lips to mine, barely kissing me. My lungs come back to life with short, shallow breaths.
He speeds up, hitting at the right angle to set my nerves spiraling out of control. His hand covers my breast, twisting and twirling my nipple before moving to the other one.
His fingertips skim down my stomach, tracing a lazy circle around my navel until they slide lower.
"You feel this?" He brushes along where we're connected.
I close my eyes and just feel.
The velvety smoothness of him moving in me. The heat of our bodies cradled close. The wisp of his breath against my lips.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Addicted."
My heart flips at the declaration. He continues to make love to me slowly, playing with me until I can't take it anymore.
My eyes flutter open as the tingling races up my spine. "Sweetie…" There's a longing in my voice that he picks up on immediately, increasing his strokes. The friction is too much. I curl over, ramming backward.
"Jesus," he growls, pummeling into me.
After last night, I didn't think it was possible, but sparks, electricity, fireworks all erupt at once and my body gives in. The orgasm rocks through me with a dynamic force. "Miller!"
"Keep it coming, baby. I'm right there."
Even in my haze, I find the strength to clamp down and roll my hips. A loud hiss fills the air as he thickens and convulses, letting go. The twitching sets me over the edge again, and I scream into the mattress, feeling him throb.
Neither of us moves for a few minutes until he gently nudges me back to him.
"Waited a lifetime for this, Princess. Thank you."
My nose stings, and I bury my face into his neck to keep from bursting into girly sobs. "Me too."
He gives me a minute to compose myself, cradling me tenderly.
I whimper when he slips out, rolling us to where I'm draped across him.
"You need to get to work?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"You sure it's unnecessary for me to go by the house?"
"Not today. This is basic stuff I'll handle. Take today to settle in here. Set up the office the way you want."
"I'm not used to idle time. Although, I probably should wash these sheets."
"We're going to dirty them up when I get home."
I scrunch my nose. "That is such a guy thing to say. And unsanitary."
"You think we will wash the sheets every morning?"
"No, but last night was very… athletic."
His chest vibrates against my cheek. "Baby, I plan on every night with you being athletic."
A little tremor travels through me.
"I'll swing back by around lunch and we'll go by the furniture store."
My head pops up. "Furniture store?"
"Your mom said you found a bedroom set but wouldn't commit to it. She thought I should know."
"She's sneaky."
"She's perceptive."
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Perk of being a partial owner is making my schedule work for me."
"I'll be ready." My excitement grows at the simple thought of picking out furniture with him.
"I'll go make your coffee." He loosens his hold, scooting back.
"I'll do it. You get ready."
"Coffee is in the—"
"Right cabinet by the window."
His grin is charged with approval.
"I pay attention, even if I spent a lot of time this last week in my head."
He kisses my forehead and gets up. I can't stop myself from staring at his sculpted physique before he disappears in the bathroom.
"God, Ashlyn, you have it bad." I swing off the bed, grab his shirt from yesterday, and follow behind. By the time I've cleaned up and brushed my teeth, he's standing at
