Page 48 of Caught Looking

He rocked his hips up into me. “I’ll stop.” Then he grinned. “Instead I’ll plan to keep you so aroused youbegfor my cock every time we’re alone.”

“I won’t argue.”

“Good girl.” We flipped again. Seth above me, large and strong, using that honed body of his to drive me into yet another orgasm.

I came seconds before he did, my body pulsing around him as he slammed deep and stilled, buried to the hilt. He held our hips together while I came, his cock twitching inside me, until we were both completely spent.

Then we collapsed onto the mattress where he pulled me against him, spooning me while we drifted in and out of sleep. That was the other big thing I learned about Seth last night—he was a cuddler. More so than I’d ever been. I liked to snuggle. Cuddling, I now understood, was an entirely different sport. Seth never let me go. Even when I rolled away to cool off and get a little space, his hand followed me, planting his palm on the small of my back or the top of my thigh.

I didn’t really mind. It just surprised me. Even now, when we should be waking up, he had me wrapped in his arms, spooning me, his nose buried in my hair.

He was snoring soundly when I slipped out for a shower, throwing on some soft leggings, a bra, and t-shirt, before heading to the kitchen for hydration, coffee, and some food.

My body felt as worn out as it did after a game. Alive, tingling, and spent. And sore. Good sore, but sore nonetheless. I hadn’t had more than a feisty one-night-stand in years. I wasn’t sure I’d ever spent hours coming together again and again with someone. I’d feel Seth for days, which was fine by me since we would be apart for nearly a week.

I sipped coffee as Roscoe sunned on the balcony. And when I attempted to take him for a walk, Janet’s replacement, Mercedes, insisted on doing it herself. My traitor of a dog trotted happily away. It seemed Roscoe liked everyone these days.

Not that I was complaining. He pointed me to Seth. Would I have given him the time of day if Roscoe hadn’t? No. I wouldn’t have.

But Roscoe liked Seth and here we were. Shacked up in his condo.

After downing a banana I started my normal morning yoga routine. Normally it shook out the stiff muscles and got my day started on the right foot. But todayeverythingwas stiff. I spent an extra breath in Child’s Pose. I dangled longer over my feet. I moved through Sun Salutation slowly. Methodically.

Seth emerged from the bedroom with a towel around his neck, his chest bare, and froze. “You need a yoga mat.”

“I do not need a yoga mat.”

“Yes you do. For traction. Safety.”

I finished my flow and let my breath out slowly. “I don’t do anything intense in the morning. I’m fine.”

“I’m ordering three.” He nodded once and moved to the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug.

“You do not need to order one, let alone three.” I rolled my shoulders and neck, wiggled my hips, testing to see if anywhere needed more work. Maybe my hips? Visions of Seth molding me into different shapes to see how we fit together flashed through my mind.

Definitely more hips.

“Then I’ll order one for here and one for Rhett’s. I know we don’t plan to spend much time here, but when we do, you should have what you need.”

I forgot my hips and came to the counter. Apparently I needed to do battle first thing in the morning instead. “Order one for here if you want, but I don’t need anything for Rhett’s. Hope has a whole yoga section in his gym. I have two at my house. No more yoga mats.”

But Seth frowned like I’d told him Santa wasn’t real. “Fine. One yoga mat. Where’s Roscoe?” He craned around me scanning the balcony.

I sighed. “Janet’s replacement, Mercedes, took him for a walk.” I put up my hands and did an imitation. “It’s safer that way.”

Seth’s eyes danced over the mug. “Well, it is.”

“I can walk my own dog,” I grumbled. Why was I grumbling? These were first world problems, right? But there was something about not being able to walk Roscoe, having Seth swoop in and order yoga mats, that made me feel like I’d suddenly been left out of my own life. It didn’t necessarily make sense, but then again, feelings rarely did.

Seth came around the counter, pulling me into his arms. “Babe.”

“You go zero to a hundred, you know that right?” It was overwhelming but also a little intoxicating. I was starting to learn that when Seth wanted something, cared about someone, he didn’t hold back. Not anymore. He’d shower me with a hundred yoga mats if I asked.

His grin deepened, his eyes crinkling in a devastatingly handsome way. “One yoga mat. I should have one here for myself. I need to stretch more often.” He dropped a kiss on my lips that quickly turned scorching hot.

When Mercedes knocked on the door we jumped apart. Well,Ijumped. Seth stood relaxed against the counter chuckling, watching me scramble for the door. Roscoe came barreling through the condo, making a lap before finding Seth, settling in for pets.

“Thanks Mercedes. I appreciate it.”

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