She rolled over, pulling the sheet up as far as it would go before reaching overhead and stretching. Laid out from tiptoes to fingertips she was longer than the bed. It was kind of crazy hot.
“Six thirty is too late. Six twenty-five is too early. If I can get two more minutes of sleep, I’m going to get it,” she said, then reached out and swiped Pitbull into silence.
“I take it this is a precisely calibrated morning routine?” he asked, amused.
“It is. Run, shower, slam down a protein bar on the way to school.” She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. In the filmy light her spine was a series of delicate knobs bracketed by the ridges of muscles he associated with SEALs and bodybuilders.
He steeled himself for a brush-off, figuring she wouldn’t want to run together early in the morning when someone might see them. Instead, she scrubbed at her scalp with her fingertips, loosening her hair even more, then looked over her shoulder at him. “I can make an exception,” she said, softly, as close to hesitant as he’d ever seen her.
He reached out and set two fingers at the tops of her shoulder blades, then trailed them down the valley on either side of her spine to the twin divots at the base. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she said.
He reached around her waist and hauled her back into bed, wasting no time getting her under him. School started at 8:05 come hell or high water, and she couldn’t be late. He splayed his hand on the side of her face and kissed her sleep-swollen mouth, nudging her lips open with his, touching his tongue tentatively to hers, waiting for her response to morning breath before he went any further.
Her response was to open her mouth and lick into his, all teeth and tongue and demand. His cock, half-erect, hardened in two beats of his heart, and he rubbed against the taut curve of her hip as he dragged his hand down her face to her throat. She moaned, a sound he felt under his palm as he heard it, and wrapped one arm around his waist and the other around his shoulder, shifting and squirming to position him.
“Shh,” he whispered against her mouth, then kissed his way along her jaw to her ear as he skimmed the backs of his fingers down her sternum, taking the sheet with him as he went. He left it at the tops of her thighs, then reversed direction and cupped her sex. The soft folds parted easily for his fingers, and he dipped into the slick heat. She gasped and trembled and arched, all at once. In response his hips jerked in a quick, opportunistic thrust, smearing precome on her skin.
Once he started he couldn’t stop, rubbing off against her hip as he circled her clit with his fingertip and trapped her choked-off gasps with his mouth. After a long minute, she stopped clutching at the small of his back and shoved at his arm. “No, no. Not like this,” she said. “Inside me.”
Her pupils were blown and her hair, which had dried while she slept, was a wild, tousled wreck around her face. The sheer reality of it all, her body warm and limber under his, the crease in her cheek from a wrinkle in the pillow, the utter wreck of her hair, so different from a primped, styled encounter at a bar, made his heart tighten in his chest. He wiped his fingers on the sheet and patted around on the floor for the box of condoms, and had to shift half his body off the bed to find it. The awkwardness got a little less troubling when she squeezed his ass, then worked her hand between them to give his cock the same treatment.
“Fuck, fuck, stop,” he said when she ran her loosely circling hand up and down his shaft. He heaved himself back upright and knelt between her legs, all butterfingers with the condom package. So much for field stripping a weapon blindfolded or assembling a bomb in the pitch-black of a cave in the Afghani hills. Broad damn daylight and he dropped the condom on her thigh.
She smiled up at him, warm and vibrant and everything he wanted in his bed, in his life, for the rest of eternity. Her foot skimmed up his leg to rest at the crease of his hip, waiting until he sheathed himself, then sliding around to dig a heel into the base of his spine and pull him down, into her waiting arms.
He braced his weight on his knees and one elbow beside her head, then used his hand to align his cock with her entrance and push inside. She winced as he did, and he stopped, just the tip wrapped in slick, hot pressure. “Okay?” he gritted out.
“Yes … just … tender from last night,” she breathed, her eyes closed. She inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth; tension visibly ebbing from her muscles. The pressure around his cock eased a fraction.