Page 121 of Five Days to Be Mine

Because I want this so much and I can’t deny that what is between us is good and solid and real.

“You’re mine, too,” I whisper.

His slow smile is like the sun breaking, it shows off his dimples.

He reaches for my hand and I snuggle against him, wanting to luxuriously wallow in this perfect moment.

In case when I tell him what he doesn’t know, it shatters.

I watch his eyes drift closed and try to take this warm gooey feeling and hold it close, hoping it’s enough to stop it from being shattered.

25 EVAN

FEBRUARY 15TH

Mara’s alarm blares in the darkness at the usual ungodly hour.

I feel her shift beside me and I pull her back against me, her soft, curvy body all cozy against mine.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, princess.” I nuzzle her ear.

She giggles. “I have to shut off the alarm.”

The alarm continues its blare with increasing loudness.

I brush my lips across her neck. “What do you have against sleep?”

She pulls away from me, to reach for the offending noise maker that is her phone, sets it down on the nightstand and comes back against my chest.

“We’ve talked about this before. I’m an early bird.”

“But why deny yourself the wonderful option of the snooze button?” My hands roam along her back, over her soft rolls, sliding between her legs.

“You should thank my alarm,” Mara says, arching her hips against my soft touch along her inner thigh. “If it hadn’t gone off, we wouldn’t be doing this,”

Slowly, I draw a circle on her inner thigh, then work my hand up to her breast. I give it a squeeze, loving the sharp intake of her breath.

Her nipple pebbles to a hardened point under my touch.

“And what is this?”

She turns her head to kiss me, her soft lips bruising against mine.

I fist her hair to deepen the kiss, and I groan at the sweet taste of her, the way she echoes my sound with a low gravely moan of her own.

“Waking up.”

“It’s an excellent way to wake-up.” I toss the blankets off, to Mara’s laughing protest, then I scoop one arm around her.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting you where I want you.” I gently bite her shoulder, tumble her over and she catches on. A moment later she has her head at the bottom of the bed, and I’m straddling her hips, my erection rock-hard.

I look from her face to the mirror.

“I want to wake up like this every morning,” I tell her, studying how her breasts spill to the side, her hair mussed from sleep.

“If you want to wake up like this every morning, I need to set my alarm earlier.” Mara’s fingertips dance down my pecs, to my waist, where she grabs my butt.

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