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I smiled while he covered my face in kisses. “Don’t apologize.”
“Are you sore?” His hand was already traveling down my body, pausing to brush against my tightening nipples. When he reached the spot between my legs, he found the wetness still there, easing his way in. He was so gentle, stroking softly.
“Not sore enough.”
Our eyes met in the dark, the city lights outside the window illuminating us. He swallowed, a smile tried to draw across his lips and didn’t quite make it. “Sounds like a challenge.”
I swept a lock of hair back from his forehead, arching. Already he was rolling us, fitting himself at my entrance. “More like a request,” I murmured, gasping at the feel of him pressing inside.
The need I felt for him defied logic. How could I want him this much, like I was dying for him, when I’d just been sleeping in his arms? The stark hunger on his face reflected my own feelings back at me. His eyes were edged with something like wariness or acceptance.
“Rija.” My name whispered from his lips, but I heard more than just my name. When he eased in and out, careful, despite my telling him I wasn’t hurt, I felt more than just the friction of his cock inside me. When he finally moaned, breaking his gentle pumping for faster, feverish fucking, there was more than just desire rising up from my core.
I bit my lip to stop it from spilling out. The love I had for this man, the incredible, incandescent alive-ness I felt from being in his arms. It flowed from my eyes instead, and I came with tears streaming down my face. He kissed them away, murmuring my name and beautiful nonsense and how he felt it, too.
Chapter 9
Saturday
“Malachi?”
He was a hard sleeper. Uncovering such an intimate quirk made me smile. A deeply satisfied feeling settled into my chest that had nothing to do with the multiple orgasms last night.
I’d been whispering his name and running my hands over the dips and valleys of his muscled chest for over a minute, and so far his only reaction had been to grunt in his sleep, roll towards me, and scoop me up in his arms.
Even while he was asleep, he held me tightly, like he, too, was enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together. It was early, too early, and the morning sun was just peeking over the horizon, but the huge floor-to-ceiling windows flooded everything with light.
It was annoying to be woken so early, but on the plus side, I got to lie in the massive, cozy bed and stare at him like a creeper for a few more minutes. As the room brightened just a bit more, I mentally added “buy curtains” to my to-do list. But that could wait. I had something more pressing on my mind.
“Mal,” I whispered louder, indulging in a longer sweep of my palm down his abs. He was a work of art.
“Need to re-hydrate if you want it again,” he grumbled against my neck, pulling me closer.
“No, this is more important than that.”
His breath fluttered against my clavicle, slow and steady.
“Mal?”
He grunted.
“Where the fuck is my dog?”
His eyes popped open.
***
“It’s seven a.m.”
“I know, I’m sorry. It was a reunion emergency.”
Adam, Mal’s PA and publicist, shrugged off Mal’s apology. “I was already up. I just don’t think you’ve ever called me this early on a weekend before, except for the security—” He faltered, looking at me and back to Mal.
“What security?” I asked, filling the silence that was very abrupt and very awkward. Even Siggy stopped chewing on the rope toy I held for him, eyes flicking around all the humans in the room.
Yesterday, Sigmund had stayed in a well-appointed hotel suite with Adam while Mal moved in and attended the gala. But I’d woken hungry for pancakes, Mal and my dog. Not necessarily in that order. Mal had now fulfilled two out of three requests. Our pancake order should be ready any moment for pickup.
“Just some issues that have popped up with the new building.” Mal knelt, giving Siggy’s ears a rub. “Alarms, codes.”
