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“I would rearrange the universe to have you,” he says, and his body flexes over me. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex under the smooth golden-hued skin that covers his beautiful body, and his thrust is so deep and hard that I’m sure he’ll split me in half.
His chest heaves and he thrusts up again.
“Rearrange me,” I sigh and he thrusts even harder.
“Shatter me,” I beg and he fucks me hard, his arms and chest flex and ripple over my head, and when I come in the most spectacular explosion of tension I’ve ever felt, my whole world distills to the moment that would make this act between us a covenant—a promise.
He grunts into my neck and drills me into the mattress.
Yes, I will never get enough of this.
He lifts onto his knees and grips the headboard, his lower lips trapped between his teeth, his body moving like a machine between my thighs—fast, hard and unrelenting—until he throws his head and shouts my name between grunts.
He pulls out and spurts on my stomach and thighs. “I claim you,” he pants, before he slides back into me.
Our come mingles and smears between our sweaty bodies. I lift my hips and press us together. My orgasm’s aftershocks are still sending dancing, shimmering shivers of electricity through me.
Then Hayes drops his big body onto the bed next to me, and a huge cracking sound is our only warning before the entire bed collapses beneath us.
We lay on the sunken mattress and stare at each other before we burst out into laughter.
Then, as if in response to our mirth, the splatter of rain starts to beat on the window.
“It was raining during our first time in Italy,” I remind him.
“‘Because thunder only happens when it’s raining,’” he croons the hook to the Fleetwood Mac classic in my ear. “And I promise you, this is the only place where we’ll make this kind of noise. In our home, there will always be peace, You’ll always be safe,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms.
And then he rolls me over, slides back into me, and we make a storm of our own.
SURPRISE
CONFIDENCE
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Hey, I’m heading to Sweet and Lo’s after my appointment at Blush. Want to meet me for coffee?” I whisper in Hayes’s ear. His eyes are closed, but he’s been awake for at least five minutes. I heard the change in his breathing when I stepped out of my bathroom. I let him pretend, though, so he could watch me. I got dressed right in front of him. His broad, sun-darkened, muscular shoulders twitched when I slipped my panties on, but otherwise, he hasn’t moved.
I inhale the scent of his sleep and sweat and our sex, and I want to get back into bed with him. But I have an appointment at Blush where it’s very hard to get an appointment. It’s one of Houston’s premier hair salons. The hair stylist, Tanaka, is one of the most sought-after stylists and colorists in the country, and she had a cancellation four weeks ago that bumped me up on the wait list. And no way am I am missing it, not even for a morning ride on Hayes’s gloriously thick dick.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you.” His sleep-roughened voice is sexy, and the way his mouth mov
es as he forms his words is something I could sit and watch all day.
“What time?” he asks sleepily into his pillow.
I glance at my watch and do some quick math. “Maybe around eleven a.m.?” I say.
One of his eyes pops open and he peers at the alarm clock by my bed and flips over, wide-eyed to stare at me.
“Are you having a quadruple bypass? Why does it take four hours to get your hair done?” he asks. I smack his shoulders, and then my hand goes back for a more tender caress of the skin that’s wrapped around the love of my life.
“I don’t have time to explain. Go back to sleep. You put in some good work last night. You must be tired.” I stand to leave.
His long, sculpted arm darts out, and he wraps his fingers around my wrist. I lean in for a kiss and think if I skip my stop for coffee, I’ll have time for a quick little something—not that there’s ever been anything quick and little about sex with Hayes.
The thought of coffee turns my stomach so violently that I pull back right before our lips touch and sit back down.
“You okay?” he asks. His eyes are only half open, and those beautiful wild hazel eyes, are full of real concern.
