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CHAPTERSEVEN
Winter
Heavy-lidded,my eyes crack open before falling shut again.
It hurts to wake up.
Almost immediately I’m aware of how bone-tired my body is, my muscles aching. When I move a leg, it weighs a thousand pounds. My arm follows, at least a half-ton heavy.
I try to open my eyes again, this time more successfully. When I do, it’s to find a man’s arm around my neck, snaking between my breasts and securing me at the ribs. At my back is a roaring fire, heat running like rivers of lava down each limb. Soft breaths tickle my ear and my neck. And the subtle fragrance of lemongrass and vetiver emitting from all the bare skin wrapped around me tells me I am cuddled up to Brecken.
Memories come, every indecent, visceral thing we did last night flashing through my consciousness with a burst of adrenaline.
Holy shit.
He rocked my world, worshipping me for hours. He was insatiable, relentless, possessed.
I wriggle, trying to get comfortable. Trying to find a rush of cooler air from the hot blanket of muscle that covers me.
“Stay put,” he croak-growls.
Like me he’s dehydrated, his voice sleep-riddled. His large palm skims over my hip and thigh, his cock thickening at my rear as we slowly wake. “I like waking up like this,” he murmurs roughly. “With you underneath me.”
As if to accentuate his point, he tucks me under his heavy frame some more, that little bit of air I had, gone. I kiss his upper arm, the only bit of him within reach considering I’m held so snugly against his chest.
My sex feels sore. Despite Brecken bringing me a washcloth last night, drenched in cool water to assuage some of the aches, I’ll need a day or two to recover. To be honest, I’m not exactly sure when I fell asleep. Or when our intense night ended. I just know that Brecken has the stamina of a hundred men.
Hard, his cock grinds against my ass. It has me nervous; there’s no way I want him there again so soon.
Craning my neck, I look around for my phone on the nightstand. It’s not there. “What’s the time?”
“Time to sleep some more,” he answers, kissing my neck. It feels good, sparks zinging across my skin and turning my nipples hard. “Unless you want my cock again?” he whispers, aware of my reaction. His touch becomes more insistent, more invested in an outcome that I just don’t think I can handle right now.
Still, shoot me, because I flex my hips, rubbing my bottom against his impressive length, my heart skittering as last night’s delicious, dirty sexcapades replay.
I sigh heavily, knowing the answer I must give. “Brecken, I can’t.”
“Did I ruin you?”
Tiredly, I chuckle. “You did. I’m wrecked.” And we both have meetings today. I need to be able to walk.
“Tell me,” he simply says, and I know what he needs to hear.
“I’m yours.” I kiss his bicep again. It flexes as he tightens his hold further.
“If you’re mine, prove it,” he murmurs, his lips on my shoulder taking away the sting of his words.
My breathing slows as I try to understand what he means by that. How does he expect me to show this proof? Is this part of the OTT possessive bullshit I said I could put up with? When he shoved Levi against the wall and secured an arm to his throat, I wanted to hump him right there and then. I loved seeing him so riled and protective of me. But this is a different kind of behavior, and I can’t let this slide.
“I don’t need to prove anything,” I clarify quietly but firmly. “And besides, I just did. I told you last night I’d tell you every day. And I will. Don’t push me too far, Brecken.”
Behind me, his chest inflates with a deep inhale. That space I was after becomes a reality as he releases me from his fierce grip. Fearful I’ve upset him, I’m relieved when he says, “I’m sorry. I…I know you’re with me. I just…” He grumbles out anargh.“I’m fucking this up.”
I roll towards him, our chests squashing together.“No, you’re not. We’re finding our limits. What I can accept, and to what point you can push.” My fingers graze his jaw, trying to encourage him to look at me. “You can push pretty far, Brecken,” I tell him honestly. “I’m okay with just about all of it. I’m here. And I’m yours.”
