And when he slides in, I swear it’s just like heaven onearth.
We madelove two times before I laid my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep. Then an hour later, we both opened our eyes, and went at it again. He’s a magnificent lover. Caring. Patient. I don’t remember the last time I had multipleorgasms.
Oh wait, that’s right.Never.
It’s 4 a.m. now; he’s resting beautifully. I want to wake him up formore.
Yeah, he’s thatgood.
He turns over to face me and Igleam.
Yay, moresex!
He looks at me and says, “Hey, beautiful, what are you doingawake?”
“I can’t go back to sleep for somereason.”
“Come here, let me holdyou.”
I slide next to him, turning my back toward him, and he spoons me, his strong arms enveloping my upper body like a securityblanket.
He makes me feel safe, secure,wanted.
I wish this moment with me in his arms could befrozen.
“I’m crazy about you Lauren Blake, even more now that I’ve had the pleasure of making love to you.” He nibbles on my ear, then in a hushed tone adds, “You’reamazing.”
Allowing the chills to run through my body, I lay here, eyes shut, as I take in what he just said. I kiss his forearms and pull them closer into me, as if to saydon’t let mego.
Because the honest to God truth is, I never, ever, want this man to let mego.
The next morning,I wake to the sound of Jaxson talking to Truffles in a high-pitched singsongtone.
“There you go, little guy, are you hungry now? You want somefood?”
Truffles replies with his signaturearf, which means whatever anyone wants it tomean.
I open my eyes, and look around, the bed sheets tussled from another lovemaking session shortly after 5 a.m. The digital clock display on his nightstand says 7:15 a.m. Since it’s Saturday, I don’t really want to get up, but I have to go into the office for a few hours to make sure everyone is still on track with timelines for thelaunch.
Grabbing his shirt, I slip it over my head and follow the sound of his voice until I turn the corner out of the hallway and into the living room. The sight of him playing with Truffles makes my heartsmile.
“Hi,” Isay.
He whirls around, now facing me, his naked chest a lovely sight to see. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He walks up to me, hooks his arm around my waist, and kissesme.
“You’re gonna make me want you all over again,” I say, biting his lowerlip.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums, through our kisses, “tell me about it. How long do we have before you have to get ready forwork?”
“Anhour.”
“We can do a lot in anhour.”
