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"Move," I demanded.
Jake obeyed immediately, rocking his hips in a way that made both of us gasp and press even closer together. Our lips pressed together too. I wasn't sure which of us initiated the kiss and I didn't care either.
My thoughts turned into a jumbled mess as our movements grew ever more uncoordinated as we drove each other closer to climax, tumbling toward the edge together.
It didn't take long until we started missing each other's mouth with our lips, our kisses interrupted by gasps and moans and sharp exhales.
That didn't matter, though.
We simply settled on kissing every other part of skin or even hair that we could reach.
My lips were pressed to Jake's left cheek when I felt every muscle in my body tense just before my orgasm tore through me and a rush of endorphins whitened out my sight and my mind.
At the edge of my consciousness, I felt Jake's body shake too. I saw him smile, when my eyes focused again. I felt myself smile too and then, I drifted off to sleep, still holding on to Jake because if there was one thought in my brain, it was that I couldn't bear to lose him again.
16
Jake
Iwas the first to wake, the morning after. That wasn't in itself unusual. I'd always been an early riser while Conner, these days, could not be approached before his first cup of coffee. So I knew what I had to do.
Carefully peeling myself out of the bed, I made my way to the kitchen to get some coffee started, breakfast too. When I glanced at the clock, I noticed that we weren't going to have much time. I wasn't scheduled for work until that evening, but Conner would probably want to be in his office by eight. It was just past seven now.
But that was okay, we were going to have all the time in the world from here on out.
At least, I hoped so.
I hoped that Conner wouldn't change his mind again, that he wouldn't regret the events of the night before as soon as he woke up. But Conner wasn't one to change his mind willy-nilly. I had to count on that.
Once I had two cups of coffee ready, I put them on a tray and carried it up to the bedroom, trying not to stumble over Bailey, who was feeling severely neglected after being shut out of my bedroom the whole night. Now she took every chance she got to insert herself in my path. I fed her some treats, but she wasn't that easily consoled.
"You'll get all the cuddles later, girl, I promise," I said as I stepped around her on my way up the stairs.
She made a yipping sound that made me think she was trying to say, "You'd better remember that."
"I will!" I responded, not caring how silly I might have sounded to a bystander. Conner was still asleep anyway, when I entered the bedroom again. While I was downstairs, he'd clutched my pillow and buried his face in it. I was tempted to find my phone and snap a picture.
Instead, I put the tray down on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the mattress. Gently, I stroked a lock of hair back from Conner's forehead so I could study him better--at least the part of his face that wasn't hidden by the pillow.
Even asleep, he looked tired. I'd noticed it the day before too, the dark rings under his eyes. He'd probably had trouble getting enough rest while battling his heats.
Either that or he'd been reading a particularly engrossing book.
I decided that I wasn't going to wake him. Not yet.
Instead, I searched the clothes I'd discarded the day before until I discovered my phone in my jeans' pocket, and then I stepped out of the room and called Conner's workplace. I told them that he wasn't feeling well and that he would be coming in a little later today. They accepted this without too much fuss. They had to, I thought. Conner was already spending most of his life in that office. They could survive without him there for an hour or two.
* * *
Conner wasn't normallythe fastest person to get going in the morning, but that day, it only took him a few minutes to go from opening his eyes to throwing on his clothes in a hurry while hissing at me.
"Why didn't you wake me?" he demanded. "I'm going to be late! I'm already late."
By now, it was half past eight. "Because you look so lovely when you're sleeping," I said easily. "Don't worry about work. I warned them you would be late."
"You did what?" Conner snapped at me. "You thought to call them but you didn't think that I might want to be on time? That I have important things to do?"
I watched little wrinkles appear on his forehead as he glared at me, eyes ablaze with indignation. For a moment, I was so fascinated by the many expressions his face could transform into--and by how much I wanted to kiss him even while he was staring daggers at me--that I forgot to respond.
