Page 63 of Without You

Brody

Waking up with Katie in my arms is something I could get used to. Especially considering that she’s only wearing one of my t-shirts that goes down to her mid-thigh. I like her in my clothes. I like her in my bed. I like her in the passenger seat of my truck or walking around my shop.

I just like being around her in any way she’ll let me.

Right now, though, waking up with her legs and arms wrapped around me, and her scent and hair all around me, I have a lot of other ideas of how I’d like to spend my time with her. Mainly sans clothes and in this bed all day.

Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen.

We both have days that we need to get to and that sucks.

I kiss her on top of the head, something that I’ve gotten in the habit of doing often and have no plans of stopping, and I feel her wiggle against me.

“Morning,” I murmur.

“Morning,” comes her soft, sweet reply.

“Realize this is part of that whole doing things out of order thing, but can I take you out on a proper date this weekend?”

She gives me a squeeze but keeps her head buried in my chest. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

I rub up and down her back a couple times then groan when the alarm on my phone goes off again after I’d already hit snooze once. Normally I’m up before it has the chance to go off, but I slept so good last night, I wasn’t surprised that it was what woke me up this morning.

Between having Katie in my bed and the storms that had calmed down to just rain last night, it was the best night of sleep I’d gotten in weeks.

“Like you here,” I tell her.

“I like being here.”

“Let’s make a habit of this.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I jostle her so she gets the idea that I want to see her eyes and she answers by lifting her head and looking down at me.

“There she is. I wanted to see your face.”

She wrinkles her nose. “I guarantee it’s not as pleasant as you were hoping for. Do I have makeup all over?”

I lift a hand and thread it through her hair, bringing her lips to mine, morning breath be damned. She purses her lips tightly and I raise my eyebrows. I give her a closed-mouth kiss then slide my lips to her ear. “I’ll let it pass this time, baby, but I don’t like you withholding those lips from me.”

She shutters out a breath and I grin, releasing her. “Gotta hit the bathroom then it’s all yours. You know where everything is since you used it last night. I’ll start coffee. Breakfast burritos okay this morning?”

She nods, her lips still clamped tight.

Chuckling, I stand up and get started with the day.

Oh, yeah.

I could get used to waking up with her.

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