I must have slept better than I ever have in my life, because when I wake up, Saige is wrapped tightly around me and little snores escape her mouth. She’s so damn beautiful as the earliest hints of the rising late summer sun spreads across her face. Her long legs are tangled in mine, and her hand rests against my chest. For a fraction of a second, a thought crosses my mind that maybe this could be my future—our future. Together. I brush off the thought, as I’ve spent one night with Saige, but damn if it doesn’t make me smile.
Saige
I feel his finger rubbing small circles on my bare arm, and I stretch before opening my eyes. Cool air tingles my nose as I turn and press my face into Holt’s neck.
“Morning,” he grumbles, wrapping his arm around me.
“Morning,” I answer groggily. “Did we really sleep out here?”
“We did.” I hear a smile in his voice. “You fell asleep and I wasn’t about to wake you.”
I smile against his chest. “I slept really well.”
“I’m glad,” he says, pulling me on top of him. “I don’t like it that you have trouble sleeping.”
“It’ll pass,” I say quietly. “It always does, eventually.”
Holt shoots me a concerned look and runs his hand through his mussed up hair. His blue eyes stand out against his dark lashes, and I lose myself in them all over again. My legs fall on each side of his so I’m straddling him. We’re both still naked under the blanket.
“Careful, Saige,” he warns me as I feel his erection hardening underneath me. He always wants to be the one in control, calling the shots.
I sit up and the blanket falls off of me, bundling around my bent legs and Holt’s waist. “Careful of what?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I roll my hips, already feeling him pressing against my entrance. After last night, my body wants him—needs him. I push myself up on my knees and carefully lower myself down on top of him, feeling him sliding easily into me.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses and grabs my hips, guiding me onto him. “Saige.” He says my name and closes his eyes.
“Careful of that?” I ask with a smirk, sinking further onto him until I can feel him pressing into the deepest places within me.
“Yes.” His eyes open, and then he closes them again as I move up and down slowly on him. We move easily together, like we’ve done this a million times. His fingers press into the soft flesh of my hips, controlling the speed of my movements, and he inhales sharply when I begin moving faster.
“Oh. If that bothers you, I can stop,” I tell him, pausing my movements.
“No. Don’t stop,” he barks as his eyes snap open, and he grips my hips harder, pulling me down forcefully on him. He’s so deep inside of me; it catches me off guard and momentarily takes my breath away. “There’s no stopping . . . unless you want to.” He moves his hips and his pelvic bones press against me, warming my entire body.
Goose bumps prick at my arms and back as the cool air assaults our warm skin. I shake my head as Holt holds me on top of him. Finally, he loosens his grip, and I begin to move again, rising up and down slowly on top of him. I know how dangerous this is—mixing business with pleasure—and I certainly know this is nothing more than sex. Anything more with Holt Hamilton just isn’t possible, but I enjoy the feel of our bodies together.
In true Holt style, he takes control, rolling me onto my back without separating us. His lips crash against mine, and he moves inside me skillfully. “Every morning,” he says against my lips. “I need this with you every morning.” My eyes widen in surprise as he says this, because there won’t be every morning, but I can’t control how my heart skips a beat at the thought of it just as he brings me to climax.
“So I was thinking,” he says, scooping a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. “We should head to Millennium Park and walk by the lake, then come back here and I’ll make you dinner.”
I almost choke on my coffee. Honestly, I wasn’t planning on seeing Holt again after drinks last night except for in the office, and now he’s planning our day. As I told him, I feel like this, he and I, is a really bad idea.
He must see the look of concern on my face because he immediately offers me an out. “Unless you already have plans today, of course.”
I keep the oversized coffee mug pressed to my lips and study the beautiful man across the table from me. The man who’s made love to me three times, the man who held me when I couldn’t sleep, and the man who made me breakfast when he should’ve pushed me and all my crazy out the door and sent me home in a cab. I try to hide my smile behind the coffee mug, but he sees right through it.
He grins and takes a sip of his coffee. “It’s settled, then. We’ve got shit to do today. Finish your breakfast.”