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For once, not because I was hurting or angry or obsessing over shit I had no control of.
No.
Because I was fuckinghappy.
Christ, I forgot what that felt like.
Sure, over the years, I knew contentment. I wasn’t miserable all the time. But the last time I truly knew happiness was back with Ama.
And even that all paled in comparison to this sort of happiness. The kind of happiness that came from the woman you loved, loving you back in the way you never thought that they would.
“Honey,” I called, sliding my dead arm out from under her head.
“Argh,” she grumbled, rolling closer into my side. And that alone made my fucking heart feel like it was taking over my whole chest cavity.
“Ama…”
That got another growl.
“Amaranta Magnolia Stone,” I tried, making her eyes slit open at me.
“How dare you.”
“It’s your name,” I said, smirking down at her disgust. “I didn’t want you to wake up alone, but I want to head down for some coffee.”
“Coffee’s good,” she said, slurring a bit with her sleep. “What’s the matter?” she asked as I cradled my arm.
“It’s numb. From your head,” I added. “With that heavy-ass brain of yours.”
To that, I got a sleepy, cute as fuck little smile out of her.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but that was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” she admitted as she rolled onto her back, her arms going up over her head, her legs stretching out long, making the blanket slide down over her body, revealing her chest, as she stretched.
I had no control with Ama.
By the time I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, making her arch off the mattress, my cock was rock-hard and eager for another round.
“Nope,” she said, slapping a hand over her mouth when I tried to go in for a kiss. “I might love you,” she said from behind her hand. “But I don’t love morning breath.”
“That’s fine,” I decided, moving down, grabbing her legs, and spreading them wide for me. “I’ll kiss you here instead.”
I was convinced I would never get enough of her.
Of her taste.
Of the way her body writhed and her breathing got labored and her little whimpers became louder moans.
And, fuck, the feel of her.
Sliding inside of her was the closest thing to bliss I’d ever known. Nothing had ever come close before.
“Nah uh,” I said, rolling her onto my lap when she tried to pull me up over her. “My arm is dead. You need to ride me,” I reminded her as she settled on my lap, giving me a great fucking view.
“Your stomach,” she objected, her gaze going down, losing some of the heat immediately as she looked at me through her doctor-eyes.
“Hey, if I say you can ride me, baby, you ride me,” I told her.
“I don’t want to hurt—” she started, but I cut her off by bucking my hips upward, making my cock slide against her pussy.
