Page 68 of A Secret Chance
Chapter 24
BAXTER TURNED OVERand inhaled her scent – sandalwood and citrus. He opened his eyes and the sight of her brown hair splayed over his pillow warmed his heart. Her lips were parted slightly, and her chest rose and fell with her breathing as she slept. He rolled into her, burying his face in her hair and taking her scent more deeply. His morning wood was harder than usual and as he wrapped his arms around Lauren’s waist to pull her in tightly, his cock throbbed against her round ass.
She murmured and shifted further into his embrace, pressing her body firmly against his, her breath resuming its soft sleeping pattern. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and slid out of the sheets, slipping into a pair of sweatpants. He didn’t bother to tie the drawstring, fully intending to return to the bedroom to drop his pants and wake up the gorgeous woman in his bed. But first, coffee.
His feet were warmed by the radiant floor heating as he walked barefoot through the mansion. He ground the beans and leaned against the counter while the machine churned out espresso. He shot it back and proceeded to make an americano with milk and a little bit of sugar for Lauren and cream for himself. He was tired, but it was a good kind of exhaustion. The kind you can only get from staying up late fucking. Lauren was a tigress in the courtroom, and the fact that she was a chameleon in the bedroom didn’t surprise him. He loved the dichotomy of the woman, powerful and commanding, combined with sweet and generous. The hair prickled on his arms as he thought about how they had alternated between sweet slow lovemaking and straight-up carnal fucking. He knew every curve of her body after last night – every single one and all he wanted was more.
He set the coffee down on the nightstand and watched the smell rouse Lauren from her sleep. She opened her eyes and squinted at him, a sly smile spreading across her face as she saw his massive hard-on practically busting through the seam of his sweatpants.
“That smells amazing.” She propped herself on her elbow and took a sip of the coffee. The sheet fell from her chest and unlike most women he had been with, she didn’t move to cover herself. The quiet confidence of the woman was refreshing, and he wanted to drink her in. He crawled on top of her and kissed her gently. “Sorry about the morning breath,” she whispered.
“I don’t fucking care about that.” He took the mug from her hand and practically devoured her mouth. He kissed her collarbone and traveled down her body with his lips, removing the sheet as he went, exposing her body until he found himself between her legs, desperate to taste her sweetness again.
The room lit up as the sun crested above the jagged horizon, bathing the master suite in a glow of orange. She’s radiant, he thought as he looked up at her, her hands rested limply on the pillow beside her head, her eyes closed. No, she wasn’t a supermodel; she was better. She was Lauren.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. “I should get that,” she said through a moan.
“It can wait.”
The phone buzzed again, but this time it was a call. “Hold that thought, Baxter,” Lauren said and slid up, leaving him lying in wait halfway down the bed. She picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. “I have to take this,” she said. She slid out of the covers and scurried naked into the ensuite bathroom, sliding the huge slab door shut behind her.
Seconds later she rushed into the bedroom. “I have to go.” She tossed the duvet back and patted down the sheets to try to locate her discarded panties.
“Is everything okay?” Baxter asked. He handed her the bra that had been tossed onto the floor. Lauren rushed down the hallway as she was zipped up her jeans and pulled on her shirt. Baxter followed. “Don’t forget this.” He held out her purse.
“Thanks.” She looped the purse over her shoulder and grabbed onto his hand. “I had a great night,” she said.
He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips lingered and then she pulled away to root through her handbag for her car keys.
“Is there anything I can do?” Baxter asked. She looked frantic.
She turned to face him, her hand on the door handle. “Baxter, there’s something we have to talk about.”
“Sounds serious,” he said.
She cast her eyes downward, “It is.”
“Oh no.” He searched her eyes, “Was last night a one-off?”
She shook her head, “There’s something I have to tell you, I just can’t do it now.”
“Come back then and we can talk tonight.” He squeezed her tighter.
“Alright,” she agreed. She stood on her toes and kissed him again, and he swore he saw a touch of sadness in her eyes.
“I hope everything is okay, with, whatever it is you have to do.” He pointed to the phone she still held clutched in her hand.
“Thanks. Bye.”
