“Morning, love.” Whoa. I’m momentarily stunned by his deep groggy bedroom voice. Low and throaty, it sends a chill through me. I glance down quickly, noting that I’m still wearing his dress shirt, which is completely open, and my garter and stockings. Darting his arm out, he pulls me close to his body and wraps around me again.
“You look wildly sexy right now, in my shirt and in my bed.” His hand runs down my stomach and brushes between my legs. I involuntarily moan, knowing full well that I do not have time for this. But my body belongs to this man and I can’t help how it reacts. “You’re so wet. Were you dreaming about me doing this?” One finger dips in, then two, and I throw my head back and arch my body off the bed.
“Oh, yes, right there.” My head falls to the side and my eyes meet the clock again as his fingers move in perfect rhythm. It’s after seven. The bakery opened at seven a.m. “Fuck. I’m so late.” I bat his hand away and try to sit up when he slams me back down, moving on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. “Reese, seriously, I don’t have time for this. Joey is probably freaking out right now.” He rolls his hips against my pelvis and I moan at the sensation. Bakery? What bakery? Who the fuck is Joey?
He kisses me hard, darting his tongue into my mouth and I taste toothpaste. Toothpaste? I shake him off me. “Hey, why do you taste like you’ve brushed your teeth? Have you been up already?” If he says no, then the man even has perfect morning breath, which would not surprise me. My eyes widen as his smell hits me. It’s his usual decadent scent, but it’s stronger. Fresher. His wicked grin beams down at me and I grit my teeth and grunt. “Reese, did you already take a shower this morning?”
“You’re not the only one who gets up at five and works out. And Joey is not freaking out.” He plants a quick kiss on my lips. “I called him and explained the situation.” Another hip roll catches my breath. Focus, Dylan. It’s just a penis. The best penis, but still, just a penis.
I glare up at his giant grin. “Are you telling me that you got up at five and didn’t wake me? Do you not realize I have a business to run? And what time do you have to go to work or are you that important that you can come and go as you please?” I groan as he rolls again. “And stop doing that.” My hands frantically push against his body to remove him off me but nothing happens. Shocker. He leans off a bit and grabs my arms, bracing them on either side of my head. Dropping his head, he rests his forehead against mine.
“So feisty. You make me want to keep you here all day just to see how mad I can make you.” I open my mouth to protest and his tongue slips in, capturing mine and slowly sucking on it. Oh, Lord, help me. I have no will power when it comes to him. He releases me all too soon. “But I won’t because I do have to make it into work sometime today. And just for the record, I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me, but you were in a coma.” I grunt loudly and make a face at him. That I can definitely believe. I wiggle underneath him and he arches his brow, moving his hips up to rub his length against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, clamping my eyes shut.
“Now, you have three options here. You get to pick how I make you come before I take you to work.” He wiggles his brows at me and I giggle. Playful Reese is impossible to say no to.
“I don’t have time for this,” I plead weakly. His eyes narrow at me and I issue him a smirk.
“Who are you trying to fool here, Dylan?” Hip swivel and I groan. “I could make you come in two minutes if I had to.” Yeah right. He’s good, but not that good. “Hands, mouth, or me.”
Holy hell. I’m trying desperately not to allow my smile to crack my face in half, but I’m failing miserably and hardly caring. I jerk my hips up against him and see his eyes widen. “You.” He licks his lips and releases my arms, reaching down and wrapping my legs around his waist. He enters me in a quick thrust and I cry out, my head rolling back and my arms reaching above me to grasp the headboard. “Yes, oh, yes.” My hands grip the posts and I push down with my arms, meeting his movements and forcing him deeper inside me. “Reese.”
Gripping my thighs, he brings my legs to his front and rests them on his shoulders as he pummels into me. His groans are loud and throaty. “Feel it, love. Feel what only I can do to you.” He arches back and holds my legs as he drives into me. “Nobody will make you feel this good, Dylan, just me.” My eyes are glued to his and I can’t look away. I want to tell him he’s right, that I know no other guy will ever make me feel like this and I never want to give one the chance. But I don’t. Instead, I just feel him. Every stroke, every push, I feel and take everything he gives me.