Her breathing was labored as she fought to hold back the waves crashing down all around her. She was going to lose it.
Trihn grasped for his hand and pulled him back down to her, letting her leg drop to the side. She voraciously kissed him, knowing that she was about to split apart.
“I can feel you holding back,” Damon growled against her lips. “Let go. Come for me.”
“Fuck,” she murmured. “Come with me.”
Then, they both let go and the tidal wave crashed down over them as they succumbed to the release.
TRIHN ROLLED OVER IN BED and snuggled against her boyfriend. A sigh escaped her lips at that thought—her boyfriend…her talented, wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend, who she had spent the entire night with at his apartment.
She let loose another soft noise, and her hand ran down his toned chest to the six-pack abs hiding beneath the baby-blue sheet.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “You keep purring like that, and I’m going to have to give you a reason to purr.”
“I wasn’t purring,” she said, trailing her fingers along every defined ridge down to the waistband of his boxers. She popped the material between her fingers, causing him to squirm beneath her.
He flipped over on top of her, going from just waking up to fully awake in a split second. She pushed back into the bed and smirked up at him.
“You most definitely were,” he whispered.
His kisses weren’t rushed. They were gentle and tender, laced with the strength from last night.
They had both worn themselves out at Posse and then back at his apartment afterward. The adrenaline had finally worn off during the early hours of the morning, and they had slept straight through to the afternoon.
Trihn knew she needed to get up and put in some hours on her designs. Samples were due this week, and she had so much work left to do. But when Damon started kissing down her front, removing her panties as he went, she reveled in the early-morning lust that clouded her vision.
She let him take the lead as he slipped back inside her sore body. His hand cradled her head as he started moving. She stared up into his dark eyes and saw nothing but warmth and love mirrored back at her. It was staggering to walk into this realm so quickly. But she had promised to let herself fall for him, despite her past relationships, and right now, she was head over heels.
They finished together at their own pace and then lay there on the bed, panting from exhaustion.
Damon leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You should take a relaxing shower. I’m going to make us breakfast. How do you take your coffee?”
Trihn sighed. “Coffee sounds amazing. Where did you come from?”
“I’ve always been here. I was just waiting for you, I guess.”
“Good answer. I’ll take cream and sugar. Don’t drown it.”
He laughed. “Got it.”
Trihn hopped off the bed and jumped into the shower. It was steaming hot as the water cascaded down her back. She washed off last night’s sexcapades until she was squeaky clean. Then, she turned off the water, dried off, and wrapped the towel tight around her body. She located a pair of boxers and a T-shirt from Damon’s drawer and slipped into them. Then, she tied her hair up into a bun at the top of her head and trotted out into the kitchen.
“Oh my God, it smells good,” she said. She came around the island and circled her hands around his middle.
Damon had put on basketball shorts, but he was still shirtless, and it was a sight to behold.
“I hope you like French toast.”
“My favorite.”
“Your coffee is on the counter.”
She reached for it and took a careful sip. It was still piping hot but delicious. “Hazelnut?” she guessed.
“Yeah. You like it?”
“It’s great. You have some high-tech coffee stuff over here,” she observed.
There were an assortment of different grinders, brewers, and various beans. It smelled like heaven.
“I’m kind of a coffee snob. I like to grind and brew my own coffee. I live off of the stuff.”
“Well, you have excellent taste, it seems.”
“Mmm, I would agree with that.”
He slid two pieces of French toast onto a plate, and she loaded them up with butter and syrup. She sat down at a barstool at the island and ate while he cooked for himself.
“Did Mel teach you how to cook?” she asked between mouthfuls.
“Yeah. My mum is talented, as you could tell. She said you could come over again for dinner, if you wanted. I think she likes you.”
Trihn blew out a breath of relief. “That’s good.”
“She seems worried about you and your family though.”
“Oh, that,” Trihn said. “I haven’t spoken to anyone in her family since speaking to my mom that day. She wanted me to come home to look at wedding dresses”
“What do you think about that?” he asked. He dropped another piece of French toast onto her plate and then turned off the stove.
“I can’t go back home right now. I’m swamped with work for the fashion show. I still have to decide on a few more pieces. I need to get models. I have to work the designs into runway material. I have so much to do.”