And then I feel it: the thick, unmistakably hard line of his cock pressing firmly into me.
Heat blooms across my cheeks. My inhale catches in my throat and I freeze, afraid to move.
“Mmm…morning,” he murmurs into my hair, voice gravelly and heavy with sleep. He shifts behind me slightly—enough to makethe situationeven more obvious.
I should pull away. I should slip out of his bed and sneak back into my room before someone notices I’m missing—again.
But instead, that reckless part of me ignores the lingering tenderness from last night and presses back into him just a little. Barely anything.
A low groan vibrates through his chest, rumbling directly into my spine, and his arm tightens around me.
“You’re making it really hard to be good right now,” he warns, voice deep and rough.
A shiver rolls down my spine. And then I slowly turn within the cage of his arms until I’m facing him. His hair is a tousled mess, eyes still heavy-lidded, lips curved in this lazy, sinful smile that makes me burn to be touched again.
“I thought cowboys were supposed to be gentlemen,” I whisper.
He drags his thumb along my cheekbone, soft and unbearably tender. “I was. Last night.” His mouth twitches.“Twice.”
And then he’s kissing me—deep and consuming. I melt into him, fully surrendering. Forgetting how to breathe. Forgetting the entire world.
I don’t worry about morning breath, how I’m in nothing but his hoodie, or how my heart feels dangerously exposed. Nothing exists beyond the warmth of his mouth and the weight of his body leaning into mine.
One kiss becomes two, then more, until I eventually lose count. His hands slip beneath the hoodie, fingertips tracing my bare skin in lazy, teasing circles, raising goosebumps across my entire body. I tilt my hips into him ever so slightly—testing, wanting, needing—and he responds immediately, shifting me onto my back and rubbing against me, his lips capturing mine again.
His mouth trails down my jaw, my throat, the soft place just beneath my ear. He pushes the hoodie up, exposing my stomach, my ribs, then all of me, but he doesn’t take it off all the way.
I arch into him, trembling, breath catching in small gasps as his mouth moves lower, worshiping me. Each kiss is slow, calculated to ignite, to tease, to mark me forever.
My fingers thread through his hair as he slowly kisses his way down my body, closer and closer to where I ache the most.
When he settles between my thighs, the anticipation of his mouth is torture—but he pauses, looking up at me.
“Flip over, Sadie, baby.”
A flicker of nerves flares low in my belly and I hesitate, uncertain. But he waits, patient, his palms warm on my hips.
I swallow, nodding slowly before I move for him, rolling onto my stomach.
My breath catches when his body follows mine, a long, heated line along my back. He dips over me, lips brushing the back of my shoulder. A soft, open-mouthed kiss. Then another. Then a slow trail down my spine, each one deeper than the last.
His hand slides up to my thigh, fingers hooking behind my knee as he draws my leg higher, opening me to him in a way that makes my whole body tremble.
He lightly strokes me with two fingers, barely there, up and down, up and down, teasing me until my hips tilt on their own, leaning into his touch.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs, voice rough and right against my skin.
“Yes,” I whisper, broken with need. “Please.”
His breath ghosts against my skin. “Fuck, I love it when you ask so nicely,” he murmurs, teeth grazing against the soft flesh of my inner thigh. “When you beg for it.”
And then his mouth is on me again.
Only this time, it’s from behind, deeper—the angle almost too perfect, obscene, overwhelming. His hands hold me open while his tongue drags through me, slow at first, then with an intensity that rips the air straight from my lungs.
My fingers curl into the sheets, moans muffled in the mattress as he devours me with an insatiable hunger. My body bows as he pulls me apart at my seams.
Every part of me answers to him and only him. He is my sun, and I’m helplessly pulled into his gravity, burning and bound all at once. Every slow stroke is pure ecstasy, and I come undone against his mouth. My hand flies back to grip his hair as a desperate cry escapes me.
