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He was so intent on making sure the fire was out he dragged our sleeping bags from the tent and zipped them up together. We snuggled up to look at the stars and have another mind-bending round of sex before we retreated to the tent, fire cold and definitely out.
Spending so much time with Grant hadn't been my plan when I'd texted him. My plan had been to get what I wanted and send him home.
I hadn't been able to figure out a way to do that after he'd melted my brain with his cock. I mean, the sex had been epic, and I didn't want to seem ungrateful. Far too quickly, I found myself not wanting him to leave. I had fun with him and loved talking to him. He made me laugh so much I barely thought about all the problems waiting for me in the real world.
"It's after five in the morning," he says. "This is sleeping in for both of us."
"Do you have to go to work?"
"Not for another few hours. You?"
"Your brother gave me the day off. Thursdays are slow for us."
"How nice of him." He slides his hand down between my legs and I gasp at the pressure. We fell asleep naked, and I'd loved sleeping skin to skin, wrapped tight around each other in our little cocoon from the world.
"Does that feel good?" he asks, sliding a finger between my folds and pressing himself more tightly against my back.
"So good," I say on a sleepy moan. My body is rising to his touch, waking up a centimeter of skin at a time to the feel of his skin against mine. His scruff is rough against my cheek as he rocks his hips and angles our bodies so that he can slide into me without either of us leaving the warmth of the sleeping bags.
"You feel better every time," he says, his voice rough. "You are so perfect."
I feel perfect for the first time in months, and I'm not worrying about how many irreversible mistakes I've made or how precarious the bit of safety I've found is. I push back against him and savor the feel.
"A perfect booty call." The words are out before I can think better of them. But I don't need to think better of them. They're the truth and it's good to remind us both of that.
My subconscious got it right for once.
Except Grant stills behind me, his arms tightening around me, his fingers no longer circling my clit. "Not just a booty call, Dandelion. When was the last time you spent hours talking with a man who's only here for sex?"
I grab his hand and try to push it back to my clit, as I wiggle my butt against him, but he's immovable. "I don't know, Grant. Maybe let me finish this booty call and I'll let you know."
I swear I can feel his smile, swear the tension in the air around us changes. "I'm your first booty call?"
"Thought you said this isn't a booty call?"
He pulls out of me, but I don't have time to protest before he's on top of me, pressing me onto my back and sliding back inside me while he looks into my eyes. "This isn't a booty call. I like you, Dandelion Weston."
I turn my head to the side. This is too much. Way too intense. "Like my boobs, you mean."
"Look at me, Dani."
I huff out a breath of annoyance that turns to a gasp when he pulls out slowly and then pushes back into me hard.
"Look at me, baby."
I glare at him. "If I do, will you shut up and have sex with me?"
He is unperturbed. "I like the way you never back down from a fight with me. I like the way you bake every cherry pastry you can think of to find my favorite. I like the way you can't stop helping animals who need you."
"Even though it's against the law?" I raise my brows high, but he's not in the mood to be swayed.
He slides out and in again, slowly, making me pant. "I like the way you respond to me when I touch you." He presses a kiss to my neck and stays there a moment like he's breathing me in. He lifts his head and looks at me. "I fucking love the way you feel in my arms while we sleep."
"That's all booty call stuff." But my eyes are stinging and my throat is going tight. He looks like he means what he's saying, but I'm terrified to believe it. I'm terrified to let myself get more tangled up in him than I already am.
If he changes his mind about me, I won't just lose a bakery and my lifelong dream. Pain zings through my chest at the mere thought of losing this man. Not because I'm in love with him or anything like that, but because if I can't trust him, I'm certain there's no one in this world I can trust.
"I like the way you don't fit into any of my plans, but I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop wanting to be with you."
