Page 82 of Malachi
CHAPTER21
EDEN
The next morning came far too quickly for Malachi’s liking, or my own. The alarm clock went off before the sun had fully risen in the sky. I was normally an earlier rise, or rather, had been before I had wed Malachi. The man seemed to wear me out far more than I had expected. I groaned, rolling over against my pillow and burrowing deeper into the blankets as the buzzing of his alarm continued to sound.
“It’s time to get up, sleepyhead,” Malachi teased, his voice rough and grumbly with sleep.
“Nope, not going to do it,” I muttered into the softness of my pillow. Malachi chuckled, rising from the bed and walking away
Good riddance,I thought to myself.The man can go fuc—
“Hey!” I groaned as he flipped the light on, bathing the room in horrendous brightness. I could have killed the man for such a crime.
“It’s going to be a beautiful day after all that rain last night. Maybe it will be a good day to get out and garden,” he offered, leaning over my side of the bed and kissing me on the forehead. For such a burly, gruff sort of man, he sure could be sweet when he wanted to be.
The thought of gardening piqued my interest, giving me enough motivation to at least sit up in bed. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed quite yet, but it was a start.
“Gardening does sound good, plus there are several plants that need some tending. I’ve been a little remiss in my work in that department,” I agreed with a sleepy grin.
And then I remembered.
“Oh, fuck me ten ways to Sunday,” I cursed, flopping back over and planting my face right back into the pillow.
“I’m pretty sure I did that last night, and judging by the marks on your back, I’d say I did a damn good job,” he teased, his thumb gently gliding over the new bite marks that littered the back of my shoulders.
“No, today is the luncheon,” I grumbled, wishing that his phone would ring and that Ruth would tell us they had canceled the whole thing. “Can’t I tell them I’ve come down with the flu or something?”
“Nope. Plus, if you mention the flu, all the women in Zion are likely to think you’re not sick, but that you’re pregnant,” he shrugged.
“No fair!” I whined. Yes, I whined.
“How is it not fair?” he chuckled, tugging on a pair of jeans as we talked.
“You don’t get to be all logical this early in the morning,” I pouted.
“You’re adorable when you pout. Did you know that?” he chuckled, ruffling a hand through my wild morning hair and leaning in for a kiss. I shied away, making him draw back in confusion. “No good morning kisses?”
“Not with morning breath.” I rolled my eyes, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he stated firmly, tugging me to the end of the bed by the waist, right between his spread thighs. “You are a disheveled, sleepy mess. You smell —”
“Excuse me?!” I shrieked, looking up at him with shocked eyes at his utter audacity.
“You smell,” he continued, leaning in close and pulling my hand away, “like me. My scent is all over you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t give two shits about morning breath, so get the fuck over it now. I will kiss you when I want to kiss you. And right now, Eden, it’s taking everything I have not to flip you over and fuck you into an even bigger mess.”
His lips were on mine before I could manage any weak response that could have formed — not that my brain was functioning. It was too early and his words were far too hot for my sleep-addled brain to compute.
With a smirk, he pulled away, stepping into the closet for a shirt as he finished dressing for work. The navy pants, the button-up shirt, and those damn leather suspenders were a look for him. A sexy as hell look, to be sure.
“Looking awfully fancy for a day working at the construction site,” I murmured, leaning back into the pillows as I eyed his muscular form, barely hidden by the nice clothing.
“Today is a day of meetings. Boring ones, or scary ones, I’m not sure yet. After last night, who knows,” he explained, shrugging on a jacket that matched his slacks. The suit was custom made, that much was obvious. In no time at all, he was brushed and ready for work. He paused in the doorway, looking back at me, still snuggled in the mess of blankets. “Think of me today, Eden. I’ll be thinking of the way my cum dripped out of you last night.”
With a wink, he turned and headed out the door. I flopped backwards on the bed, pulling a pillow over my face and squealing as my legs kicked. The man dripped with sin and sex and all things sensual. He took my breath away, keeping me on my toes — wet and wanting at nearly all times. The sound of the door shutting alerted me to the fact that he was gone.
With a groan, I pulled myself from the warm confines of the bed. I pattered to the bathroom, making quick work of my morning ablutions. A look in the mirror at my sleep-rumpled appearance had me grimacing, but only for a moment.
I’ll be thinking of the way my cum dripped out of you,he had said. With a grin, I broke out into the most awkward looking happy dance. It didn’t matter if it was awkward. It was happy. I was happy.
