Page 122 of Major Love

“Our room.”

“But–”

“As long as you want to stay, everything here is yours.”

Her lashes flutter shyly, her cheeks dimpling as she grips my shoulders. “Everything?”

And my hands slide to her waist as I laugh quietly, tugging her closer.

I can hear what she isn’t saying but secretly wants to ask.

She’s asking,you included?

So I nod and press a kiss against the top of her cheek, before finally pulling away and starting to grab my shit from the dresser.

I cast her a look over my shoulder as she cosies up in the sheets, taking a moment to appreciate how perfect she looks before I rumble, “Yeah, everything.”

She twists her lips to the side, trying to hide her smile, and then she’s unabashedly staring at my ass as I grab a pair of boxer briefs to take into the bathroom.

She nibbles gently on her finger, gnawing it like she just needs something to do with her mouth, and I’m stiffer than fucking steel by the time that I’m stepping inside the shower.

I hit the spray as I soap up my body, the opaque steam hot and thick, and I give myself a moment to just feel it, to savour the burn as it lashes against my skin.

A minute later I’m towelling off, the fabric abrading roughly against my torso, and then I pull my underwear up my quads as I step back out into the bedroom.

Sunday is still wrapped up in the fur comforter that we were using last night, and she watches me with a lip-biting smile, probably because I didn’t close the door to the ensuite when I hit the shower.

I lean over the bed to give her a gentle kiss before picking up my socks and pants and slowly pulling them on.

“You gonna look for the stuff you want to put in Casey’s bar today?” I ask, my voice rough as I ease my zipper carefully over the situation in my boxers.

Seeing as Sunday wants to deck out the bar for Case before he gets home, she mentioned that she was going to order some stuff online, although she might look at some small businesses in Phoenix Falls too.

She gives me a teasing smile and slips a bare leg out from under the sheets, hitching it around the brown faux-fur and making me pause midway through pulling on my construction shirt.

“Maybe I’ll just stay right here,” she says huskily, before squealing with laughter as I mount the bed and get on top of her.

I press my groin between her thighs, rubbing my stubble over her breasts as she giggles breathlessly.

“I’ll be home soon,” I rumble against her, gently teasing her nipple. “And I’ll run the hot tub so that we can get in it as soon as I’m back from work. And after you’ve placed your orders for the bar, you can start putting your stuff into the dresser.”

Her breathing quickens as I range my body over hers, her fingers squeezing at my biceps as I ease myself off her.

“What do you mean?” she asks shyly, as she lifts herself up onto her elbow, and I finish tugging my shirt down my pecs as I quickly make my way toward the guest room.

I scan the area before my eyes lock on the bag at the foot of the bed, and then I’m bringing her carry-on into our room, tossing it next to her and jabbing a finger at it.

“Just shove my shit to the side in the drawers. There’s plenty room for whatever you’ve got with you.”

And Sunday looks up at me with amazed disbelief before launching herself at my chest, and tilting her head back so I can kiss her.

I rub my palms down her back, giving her waist a warm squeeze on the way back up.

“It’s too soon,” she whispers, but I give her some tongue and she stops talking, my big fingers dipping between her thighs and rubbing gently against her clit.

“Don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I murmur, “but I’m telling you right now that I want you to stay.”

And she gasps as I rake my stubble down her throat, rubbing my palm against her heat while using the other one to hold her against me.

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