He was up a step, but I was in four inch heels. Being five nine that put me at tall. Still, he was way taller than me. So much taller, no matter what shoe apparel I was wearing, if he wanted to take my mouth, he’d have to work for it.
The thought made my inner thighs quiver.
Time to do what I came there to do.
“Zano, I know it’s late, but I was out and I thought I’d come by to say it was totally cool what you—”
I spoke not another word since his arm flashed out, hooked me at the waist and I was flying through the air. I landed full-frontal against his body and a quarter of a second later his mouth landed on mine.
He dragged me in as I opened my lips and his tongue thrust inside.
He kicked the door closed behind me.
We made it to the bed this time before I had my first orgasm.
But when I had it, we were both still fully clothed.
The next three, he gave me naked.
* * * * *
The next morning…
I woke up naked and mostly sprawled on Ren.
There was a heavenly throb between my legs that suggested strongly that the first time with Ren was not a fluke.
He really did totally know what he was doing.
“You awake, babe?”
I lifted my head from where it lay on his chest and looked at him.
God.
That hair, his face, his corded neck, the column of his throat, all sleepy or tousled and resting against a backdrop of wine colored sheets that I knew, because I could feel, were the softest sheets in history—definitely what dreams were made of.
“Hey,” I said as my good morning.
His lips quirked. “Hey.”
Yeah. A rough, drowsy, deep voice with all the rest.
Dream material.
Ren kept talking.
“Just in case you didn’t get my message last night, pretty fuckin’ pleased you came by to accept my apology.”
I felt my lips tip up.
His eyes watched.
I felt my happy place pulse.
His eyes moved to mine; my happy place must have communicated its happiness on my face because his face got dark. His arm, already around me, tightened, and he dragged me up his chest, even as he rolled. His body pinned mine to the bed as his lips covered mine for a deep, wet morning kiss that was so damned good, it made my happy place pound.
Ren then pressed a knee between my legs. I opened them in invitation, and for my graciousness, I got a hard muscled thigh pressed tight against my happy place.
I moaned down his throat.
He pushed his hips against my thigh and groaned down mine.
His happy place was happy, too.
I decided I needed to do something about making it happier.
So I did.
As did he.
* * * * *
Thirty minutes later, we were both still breathing a little heavily. Ren’s face was in my neck. He was buried deep inside me. Our skin was misted with damp. The fingers of one of my hands were in his hair. My other arm was curved tight around his back, and both my legs were wrapped around his thighs.
After a late night that included lots of mind-blowing sex, I had just discovered he was also good in the morning.
Why did I not find this surprising?
