I try to reach a conclusion when Audria shifts against me. She’s sprawled across the sea of blue cotton, completely oblivious to my internal panic. Her hand flops dangerously close to my dick, which is more than eager to accept a stroke and screw. I attempt to scoot from the hot seat, and she groans in protest.
“Too early,” Audria mutters. Her coarse rasp makes me chuckle. She bounces against my chest, which only heightens my amusement. “Not funny, farmer.”
“Not a morning person? I warned you about the lack of sleep.” I dip my chin, brushing my lips over her forehead.
She nuzzles against my shoulder. “You certainly delivered on that promise.”
“Do you nap?” The random shit that drops from my mouth never ceases to amaze me.
“I will today. Are you planning to zap all of my energy until then?” She peeks up at me from under lowered lashes. The suggestion in her voice wraps a velvety fist around my cock.
“That depends.” I slip my hand beneath the sheet and palm her ass, adding a squeeze for good measure. “Are you gonna leave more scratches down my back?”
Audria laughs. Her hair is a nest, and creases mark her cheek, but she’s still the finest sight I’ve ever seen. “It’s not my fault you have a magical penis meant to bless me with endless orgasms.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Absolutely not. Just making a statement. You’re an insatiable beast that I very much appreciate.”
“It just takes the right partner.” Fuck, that comment just spills without warning.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “To turn you into an animal? I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.”
Our banter flows without restraint. I’ve never been much for conversation, but it’s easy with Audria. Talking, just for the hell of it, has a new purpose because of her. She brings me amusement with every witty retort. That knowledge spreads warmth through me, which has nothing to do with her acting as my personal blanket.
I take stock of our position yet again. Why does it seem like I’m the only one overthinking shit? The events of yesterday don’t appear to faze her in the least. She’s relaxed and well mused, wearing a smile that’s wider than a prom queen being crowned. Although, that could be because she’s been properly fucked.
Audria stretches across the mattress until her spine arches to contortionist proportions. A wince pinches her features. “Damn.”
I still on instinct. “What’s wrong?”
Her features twist tighter when she rotates her hips. “I think you bruised my tailbone.”
“Shit, are you okay?” I should’ve known that the constant creaking signified her being crushed against the metal floor.
She waves off my concern. “Never better, farmer. Best idea yet.”
“Oh, really?” The disbelief in my tone boomerangs between us.
Audria drifts her nails across my abs, heightening my issue under the sheet. “Your stamina is top-notch, big guy—totally worth not being able to walk straight.”
“There you go again, stroking my ego.” If that’s not encouraging, I don’t know what is.
“Seems that’s not the only thing demanding attention.” She wiggles her brows while nodding at my morning wood.
“Are you offering to give me a hand?” I lift my groin in clear invitation. We might as well get busy while I’m here.
“Maybe after I gather my bearings.” Her eyes dart to the clock, blowing wide at the sight. She smothers a pillow over her head with a groan. “Good grief, farmer. Why are you awake? It’s not even eight o’clock.”
I shrug. “Force of habit. You not wearing a stitch of clothing got me up and at ’em in a hurry. Watching you drool all over me sealed the deal. One peek at you gives me a better jolt than five cups of espresso.”
Audria scrubs at her face, which has zero traces of saliva. “I don’t drool.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I jest.
“Yeah, yeah, joke is on me. I need food and caffeine, not necessarily in that order. Let’s go, farmer.” She gives my leg a smack.
I roll to the edge of the bed. “I didn’t know you were into spanking.”
“You never asked.” She gives me another swat when I stand.
Sweet Jesus, what am I gonna do with this woman? “Lesson learned.”
She swipes my flannel off the floor while I grab my boxers. Seeing her in my shirt sends a crackling connection between my brain and dick. The resulting thrum in my chest doesn’t bode well for me.
“How do you take your coffee?” She glances over her shoulder as she heads for the kitchen.
The sway of her hips is hypnotic, and I almost trip over my own feet. “Rich and extra strong.”
“Similar to your taste in women then?” Audria lifts her arms and flexes.
“I didn’t know I purchased tickets to the gun show.” I give her biceps a squeeze. “You better put those bad boys away before someone gets hurt.”
She takes turns blowing off each one. “Don’t mess with these shooters.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
She pulls a can of grounds from the cabinet.
“What’s your coffee order?”
“Plain and simple.”
Based on the number of scoops she puts in, this pot will be to my liking.
I lean against the counter, my gaze never straying from her. “We’re a good match, then.”
Her eyelids are hooded when she returns my stare. “Why the heck do you think I’m keeping you around, farmer?”
“The mind-blowing sex?”
“Oh, yes.” She gets a starry glaze in her eyes before shaking it off. “But also the compatibility.”
“Good to know you aren’t just using me to get laid.”
“You do provide pleasure like a tidal wave, but even that would lose its luster without the never-ever dates.” She coined that term last week for our country expeditions.
I rub my mouth to hide a cheesy smile. “That reminds me. Are you free next Saturday?”
“Most likely.” Her eyes twinkle. “Will you be whisking me away?”
I nod, allowing my dimples to pop with a smirk.
