Oh.
Laughter fluttered out of me before I could stop it, my shoulders shaking as I buried my face into the pillow. “That is absolutely not what happened.”
His chest vibrated behind me, a soft laugh answering mine. “Mm,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “I think that’s exactly what happened.”
“You’re delusional,” I informed him, still smiling. “That was purely accidental.”
“Sure,” he murmured as his arm tightened at my waist like he was settling in for an argument he intended to win. “I’m not complaining, mind you.”
I tried to roll away, mostly on principle, but he followed the movement easily, keeping me tucked close. His mouth hovered near my ear again, warm, familiar now in a way that made my chest feel strange.
“I don’t want to get up,” he whispered.
I managed to stop the laughter, but my cheeks still ached. “That’s a problem.”
“For future me,” he said quietly. “Present me is very comfortable.”
I let the moment stretch a little longer than it should have. Outside of this bed, the day was already lining itself up—responsibilities, expectations, noise.
But right here, with him pressed into my back and the dark still surrounding us, it felt easy to pretend none of that existed.
And then his phone rang, loud and persistent, a strumming guitar blaring somewhere in the room.
“Ughhh, that’s my official get-the-feck-out-of-bed alarm.” He peeled away to sit with a huff, leaving my body bereft and cold.
“Big day today,” I said as I sat up myself. “You guys looked strong in training.”
“Teddy, are you complimenting me?”
“I was complimenting your team.”
“I choose to believe you were only talking about me, since it’s my arse you watch out there.”
I swatted the expanse of bare skin beside me, chuckling at the rolling ‘r’ when he said “arse.” Connor was already halfway out of bed, rubbing a hand over his face as he fumbled for his phone, completely unconcerned with the fact he was, very clearly, naked.
My brain stalled for a second. His dick was right in my periphery. I might’ve brushed up against it this morning, I might’ve ridden it like a cowgirl on her fourth shot of tequila, but I hadn’t actually looked at it. When he returned from the shower last night, he kept the towel around him until he climbed into bed. Sure, Ifeltit, but now it was right fuckingthere.
I looked away fast, heat rushing up my neck, turning me the color of my pink pajamas. Last night had been dark and tangled and forgiving. Morning was not. Morning was clarity and consequences and the very real reminder that this was a man I’d shared orgasms with and very much enjoyed. Connor was moving around my bedroom like this was entirely normal and not something my body was wildly unprepared to process.
He caught my reaction anyway. Of course he did.
“What?” he asked, glancing back at me, already smirking.
“Nothing,” I said too quickly. “Just—Wow. You’re very… awake.”
Hard, he was hard, and I already knew he was big based on last night. What I didn’t expect was to see silver bars glistening oneither side of the head of his dick. Oh, fuck. Drool pooled in my mouth as my eyes remained fixated on him.
I had to stop before I became one of those cartoon Looney Tunes with bulging eyes.
I snapped my gaze away like I’d been burned, dragging a hand down my face and willing my brain to reboot. This was not the time. Or the place. Or the headspace for whatever my body thought it was doing right now.
Connor chuckled behind me, unmistakably pleased. “I’ve woken up with the taste of a beautiful woman on my tongue and the memory of her screaming my name, of course I’m hard, sunshine.”
“I’m choosing to plead the fifth,” I muttered, swinging my legs out of bed and standing, only to bump straight into him as he moved in front of me. “You should really consider some kind of warning label.”
“For what?” he asked, still far too relaxed, ignoring my cognitive collapse.
“For ambushing people before sunrise,” I shot back, heat still clinging to my cheeks. “That,” I squeaked, pointing at his dick, “should be illegal.”
