Page 17 of All Bark, No Bite

I don’t want to start the day in any other way. Not now. Not ever.

She’s fucking delicious and she’s all mine.

When I’m faced with her pretty pussy, I widen her legs with my shoulders. The scrape of her nails against my scalp, a plea in her touch and anticipation in her panted breaths, makes my cock throb. I want to rock against the bed and give myself some relief, but I don’t.

I wait.

This is about her. It’s always going to be about her.

I use my thumbs to spread her lips, already wet with her arousal. I growl softly, “So fucking beautiful, my Sunshine.” I use the flat of my tongue to lick from her entrance to her clit. The yelp of surprise is music to my ears. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, loving the way her legs tremble against my shoulders. “I love waking you up in the morning. It’s my job now and I take it very seriously.”

She groans and arches her back, wanting to press her hips against me as I hold her in place. I chuckle against her and feel the way her body shivers. When she’s like this, not asleep, but barely awake, she’s all response, an unguarded live wire.

I fucking love it.

I lap at her with my tongue, savoring her taste and rubbing my beard against the inside of her thighs. The thought of leaving her skin raw and red, reminding her of me all day and making her clench her thighs together has my cock turning to fucking stone. This isn’t about me though; this is about her.

It’s always going to be about her.

I suck her clit into my mouth as I plunge a finger inside of her, crooking my finger and finding the spot which always sets her off in record time. I’m not trying to get her off as quickly as possible, but I’m not going to lie to myself as if making her come quickly doesn’t make me feel like a fucking king. It does.

I love to see her writhe in pleasure.

I love my name on her lips when she does.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes and her entire body is shaking, her thighs tightening around my head. I could suffocate right here and die a happy man. Blood is rushing through my veins, causing a pounding in my head. I don’t let up though.

Nothing is ever going to make me let up.

I’m going to prove to this woman she’s mine. Every morning. Every night. Every moment in between.

When she comes on my tongue, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, I help her ride the wave as long as I can. I only let up when she becomes a boneless puddle on the bed, a soft, satisfied smile on her face.

I kiss up her body and press my lips against hers gently. Her eyes flutter open, the dark depths sparkling with the same feelings flowing through me. I want to capture this moment.

She sighs with contentment filling her words, “Best alarm clock ever.”

I chuckle and then hop off the bed, scooping her up with me and striding toward the bathroom. “I think that’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten. I’m glad I’m better than the wake the dead alarm you were using.”

“So,” she holds the word out as she murmurs against my chest, “much better.”

I chuckle and then set her down in the bathroom, holding onto her hips. She gets noodle legs after she comes. It’s one of the many things I’ve learned about her. I still feel like there’s so much more to learn about her.

I know she doesn’t like horror movies. She loves her family, not the one she was born into since her blood family has passed, but the one she’s found because of her friend Anna. She used to work with Anna at the café, but that was before she met her husband Booker Holland, the guitarist for Suburban Outcasts.

She might have told me theSay Anythingstory while we were walking, but I didn’t realize she knew the whole band. To say I was a little surprised would be an understatement. When she saw the shock on my face, she just giggled and waved her hand. “They’re all great guys. Normal, you know?”

I tried to keep the jealousy out of my voice, “Do you hang out with them often?”

She didn’t miss the tone of my voice, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, a sly smile on her face. “I do,” she turned toward me and pressed her hand to my chest right where my heart was thudding, a war of emotions inside of me, “but you don’t need to worry, Anderson. They’re all happily married now with kids or kids on the way.” She shook her head, a promise in her words, “I would never do anything to hurt my family.”

“I didn’t think you would,” my voice was husky as relief filled me.

“And anyway,” she paused to kiss my lips softly, “there’s only one man I want.”

My heart surged inside my chest, the same way it does when she pulls me out of my thoughts and grabs my hand, pulling me into the shower along with her now that the water has warmed up. I don’t waste time and press her against the tile wall, lifting her with my hands on her ass. When her legs wrap around me, my hips surge and I bury myself balls deep inside her waiting warmth.

It’s fast and wet and hot. It’s fucking perfect.

Yeah, I could get used to starting my day like this. Waking her up, starting my day with the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue and my woman in my arms, is better than any cup of coffee. It’s like a hit of adrenaline; it inspires me.

Which is why, even though I hate it when she leaves, a scratch behind the ears for Boomer and a kiss on the lips for me, I don’t get bogged down by missing her. I miss her all the fucking time when she’s not around. I channel it into my writing, losing myself in the story and the reporter character who has an uncanny similarity to my Sunshine.

My publisher’s right. This is the best thing I’ve ever written, and I know it’s the start of a series I’ll gladly write for the rest of my life. As long as I have Reese at my side, making my life brighter and full of happiness, I know I’ll have all the inspiration I need.

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