The feel of him as he moved inside of me once, twice, three times before we finally succumbed to exhaustion. And then there was the in between, the times when I lay naked in his arms, talking, laughing, reminiscing on times long since passed.
Being with Penn like this, it’s so familiar and yet so different at the same time. For one, he’s no longer a teenager and that rings true in more ways than one. His body. His touch. Howmuch more experienced he seemed, though it pains me to think where he got said experience.
Regardless, last night was the most incredible night of my life. The kind of night romance stories are written about. The kind of night that changes everything. The kind of night that there’s no coming back from.
Now that I’ve tasted him, felt him, been consumed by him, I can’t even entertain an outcome where we don’t end up together. He’s all I want. I think in a way, he’s always been that for me—the one person that living without felt impossible to do.
Being here with him, it’s the first time in seven years that I’ve truly felt like I’m home. Because home isn’t a place, it’s a person. And Penn is that for me. He’s home. I just hate that it took me so long to admit it, to get out of my own way.
My face warms as I stare back at Penn, having not yet worked up the courage to speak.
That is, until I remember that I have to be at work...
“What time is it?” I sit up abruptly, searching the room for a clock, which I quickly locate on the nightstand. It reads 7:36. “Shoot. I’m late.” I toss back the covers, getting only one leg over the edge of the bed before Penn’s arm slips around my middle.
In one swift motion, he pulls me back down, cocooning me in his arms, his bare chest flush against my back.
“Penn, I’m late for work.” I fake an annoyance I don’t feel.
“No, you’re not. Your boss has given you the day off.”
“Oh, he has, has he?” I grin when his lips find the side of my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear.
“He has. In fact, he demands that you do nothing today but this.” He presses his arousal into my backside, desire instantly sparking in my lower belly.
“And who will run things today in your absence?”
“Alec has things covered.”
“And what excuse did you give him?”
“That I was unable to get out of bed.” He smiles against my neck, his hand sliding around to cup my breast. “Not a lie. In fact”—he rolls me to my back, wasting no time climbing on top of me—“I may never get out of this bed again.” His lips find mine, teasing, tasting.
“Is that a threat, Mr. Kade?” I smile against his mouth.
“A promise.” He hisses as he lines himself at my entrance, entering me in one swift movement.
And just like, every thought that is not Penn Kade and how incredible he feels inside of me, filters to the back of my mind.
“WHERE THE HECK AREyou?” Josie asks without so much as a hello when I answer my phone.
“I... Uh... Why?” I ask instead of giving her an answer. How do I start a conversation with, oh you know, just in Penn’s bedroom, currently trying to recover from hours and hours of...
“We were supposed to meet for dinner at five. It’s currently twenty after. And you’re never late.”
“Crap. Crap. Crap.” I quickly climb out of bed, gripping the sheets to my body as I scour the floor for my clothes. “I’m so sorry, Jos. I totally forgot. Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” I say just as Penn enters the room, giving me a confused look.
“Well, you better hurry because I’m already two drinks in.”
“Uh-oh, what happened?”
I know Josie well enough to know that if she’s drinking this early, there’s a reason, usually of the male persuasion.
“What do you think happened?”
“Alec?” I take a wild guess, waving off Penn when he mouths,what about Alec.
“Why the hell did you let me leave that party with him?” She groans.
