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“Actually…” Hazel says suspiciously.
“What.”
“Nessa and I thought we could come over tomorrow morning and have some breakfast together!”
Shoot. My place is a disaster. And I need to figure out how I’m going to hide all of my hickeys from them.
“Uh, sure? Maybe mid-morning though, I should take advantage of the opportunity to sleep in.”
“Of course! Absolutely, I’ll make sure Nessa knows.”
“Sounds great, thanks, babe. I better get to sleep though. The cold weather really sapped my energy.” Well, the cold weather and riding James’ penis.
Ugh, not that word. Manhood? No, that’s worse.
“Don’t I know it. Beck and I kept ourselves… occupied, and I think I need a three-day nap just from that!” she cackles, and I nearly die. I’m not a prude, but that’s still my boss she’s talking about. I say goodbye and hang up before I awkwardly give myself away and pull the covers over my head. Tomorrow I will catch up on sleep and figure out how to move forward in my life man-free.
I sleep restlessly. The apartment hasn’t warmed up yet and every passing truck or noisy pedestrian jerks me out of unconsciousness. When I do fall asleep, visions of James filterin, of his hands covering me, pulling pleasure out of me expertly. In each one, right before I crest, I wake up, gasping and sweating. The sky is only starting to lighten when I drift off soundly. It doesn’t last long.
I wake up to a pounding at the door.
Who the hell is here at 8:23 in the GD morning?I think as I force myself out of bed, grabbing my stolen hoodie to wear over my sleep shorts. I would put on sweats if I could find anything. I’m freaking annoyed. I race through the mental list of people it could be as I stalk towards the door.
If this is my landlord harassing me for rent again I’m going to smack him in his stupid, dumb, constantly-sunburned face.
I curse when I look through the peephole.
“What do you want, James?” I call through the door.
“You forgot something at my place,” he calls back nonchalantly. He is going to make quitting cold turkey difficult, I can see. I unlock the door and swing it open.
“What did I forget?” I ask, searching his hands for a bag or something.
“This,” he says, grabbing my face and walking me back into my apartment. I barely catch my breath before he’s kissing the living daylights out of me. My brain hasn’t even fully awoken, and by the time it sluggishly blinks online, I’m lost in him. Once the initial shock passes, I realize I’m holding onto him like a lifeline. I’m kissing him like I need it to breathe, hands twisted in his jacket. I wrench my face away to glare at him.
“You didn’t kiss me goodbye, sunshine.” His words come out a hoarse whisper. “If I only got you for the storm, I at least deserved a kiss goodbye.”
“Why are you making this difficult?” I ask, still pressed up against him, breathing him in. My body has not gotten the memo that we are not doing this.
“I would say I’m being very, very easy, sunshine,” he says, grasping me tighter, slanting his lips against mine before I can come up with a retort. I don’t have any space in my brain to worry about the fact that I have insane bed head, and I haven’t brushed my teeth. I refuse to acknowledge that I’m wearing his stolen hoodie.
Finders, keepers.
“Did I catch you before you have to go to work?” he asks, nipping at my bottom lip.
“I don’t work today,” I manage to breathe out through the onslaught of sensation. You would think after the marathon we just had that I wouldn’t be so sensitive, but with every touch he slowly sets me on fire, a dark, hungry burning that’s set to consume me.
“Perfect.” His tongue traces the column of my throat before I can grab onto my next thought. What do I have today? Why is this a bad idea? I let him walk me backwards to my bed, tumbling onto it when it hits the back of my knees. James hauls me into the centre of the bed before covering my body with his.
This might be the best way to wake up…
I lay back, content to let him pleasure me. My legs tangle with his as we devour each other, roaming hands slipping under clothes.
It is technically still storming outside.Although the court of sibling drama might not go for that excuse. I snap back to reality.
“James!”
“Shhh, I’m having fun,” he murmurs into my collarbone, biting and kissing his way down my chest as he starts pulling off my (his) hoodie.
