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He followed a heartbeat later, burying his face against my neck as his body shook with release.
For a long time, we just stayed tangled together, breathing hard, the room filled with the steady rhythm of our hearts.
Eventually, Saxon shifted, pulling me against his chest and tucking me beneath his chin. One big hand traced lazy circles along my back.
“You okay?” he murmured.
I smiled against his skin. “Better than okay.”
He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Good. Because that’s not the last time you’re saying it.”
I laughed softly. “Bossy much?”
His chest rumbled beneath my cheek. “You bring it out in me, sunshine.”
14
SAXON
Iwoke to the soft weight of Ivy curled against my chest and the even rhythm of her breathing. Morning sun filtered through the curtains, lying across the bed and her bare skin like a spotlight designed just for me. Her hair was a tangled mess against my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine, and her hand rested on my stomach, her fingers twitching slightly like she was dreaming.
She was so fucking gorgeous. And even though I’d made her tell me over and over the night before, it was a little hard to believe that all this perfection was mine.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, letting the moment stretch, watching the way the light caught in the strands of her inky hair and how her nose scrunched faintly when she stirred. Something was stupidly addictive about waking up with her like this. My sheets smelled like her. My skin, too. And it was as hot as fuck. My cock agreed by jumping to attention.
She made a quiet sound and shifted closer, her lips brushing my chest. A few seconds later, her eyes cracked open, still hazy with sleep, and focused on me.
A slow, sweet smile curved her delectable mouth.
“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice soft and a little hoarse.
It probably made me a son of a bitch, but I couldn’t help feeling smug since the roughness had been caused by her screams of ecstasy. I blinked a few times, pushing away those thoughts before they escalated. She’d been a virgin last night, and I’d taken her hard, multiple times. Her sweet little pussy needed rest.
“Morning, sunshine,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek.
She blinked slowly, then smirked. “Do you have a habit of staring like a serial killer in the mornings?”
I traced her lips with the tip of my finger and grunted, “Can’t help it when the view’s this good.”
Ivy’s cheeks turned pink, and the corners of her eyes crinkled like they were smiling. A yawn overtook her, and she stretched like a cat, the movement dragging her bare breasts against my ribs and making every last muscle in my body tighten. It didn’t escape her notice, and I watched her expression take on a hint of smugness, knowing her feminine wiles had ensnared me.
“Hungry?” I asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be.
“For food?” she teased, biting her bottom lip.
I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and groaned. “You can’t say shit like that right now, sunshine. If I fuck you again right now, you’re gonna be sore for a week. And I have many, many plans for this sexy body.”
She giggled, and I raised my head, shooting her a dry look before I smacked her ass once under the covers. “Come on, smart-ass. I’ll make us something to eat.”
A cute little pout pursed her lips when I climbed out of bed, and she wrapped the sheet around herself. I pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and headed for the kitchen, hearing her padding toward the bathroom as soon as I crossed the threshold.
By the time I heard her enter the kitchen, I had eggs in a pan, bread in the toaster, and coffee already dripping into the carafe.
I glanced back at Ivy, and my mouth went dry as I watched her slide onto a stool at the island. She’d put on my shirt from yesterday—which should have looked ridiculous since it nearly swallowed her whole, but instead, she looked sexy as fuck. Her hair was an adorably tousled mess, and her smile was genuine and happy.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised that you cook.” She propped her elbow on the counter and set her chin in her hand.
I shrugged. “It’s not always easy to make sure I’m eating the right shit to stay healthy and in shape. Ordering takeout only has so many options. And even with meal deliveries, it can be frustrating. It’s difficult to know exactly when I’ll need them, and half the time, they went bad before I was home long enough to eat one.” The coffee machine beeped, and I pulled a mug from the cupboard above and filled it. “Besides,” I continued as I set the mug in front of her, “I enjoy it when there’s someone worth cooking for.”
