Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(51)

"You want me to cook you something?" She puts the Kindle down on the nightstand and rolls to face me.

"Chinese?" I suggest.

"I’ll order delivery. Sesame chicken?"

"That works," I answer absently.



"YOU DIDN’T eat much," Sarah whispers from across the bed. "You want me to get you something else?"

"Nah. That new place wasn’t very good."

"That’s the same place we always order from." She offers me a small smile.

I reach out and grab her hand, entwining our fingers. "Really? It tasted different."



Tuesday…

"YOU’RE OUT of man shampoo," Sarah says, pouring some of the shampoo she keeps at my house into her hand.

"I’ve been too busy to shop," I respond as she reaches up with both hands, scrubbing my hair into a lather.

"It’s okay. Mine smells better anyway."



"WHEN I first met you, I remember thinking how gorgeous your eyelashes were. They are seriously wasted on a man. I’d kill to have them," Sarah says while lying in bed, tracing a finger across my eyebrows.

I don’t even bother responding. I simply snake out an arm and pull her against my chest.



I WAKE up with my cock throbbing and my hips moving of their own volition against Sarah’s ass. I’m desperate to get inside her. She’s still sound asleep, spooned in front of me. Her hair is in a ponytail, but the ends tickle my nose as I greedily breathe her in. Sarah’s beautiful, and that’s not a superficial observation. On every level, both inside and out, she’s…well, it.

Sarah hasn’t left my side in…f*ck. I have no idea how long it’s been. The numbers on the calendar have most definitely changed, but if it’s been a week or a day, I couldn’t even venture a guess. All I know is that Sarah was there. Every minute of the day, and especially in the minutes when I needed her the most, which coincidentally were also the minutes when I’ve never wanted her less.

She begins to stir, so I know I must have woken her. She pushes her panty-covered ass back against my erection and we both moan. Desperate to feel her, I roll her to her stomach and drag her panties down her legs. She pulls her shirt over her head as I rise to my knees behind her, looping an arm under her stomach to tilt her ass into the air.

"Still just as beautiful as the first night you did this for me." I push a finger inside her tight * only to find her not nearly wet enough to slam inside her the way I’d like to. I guess I haven’t exactly been the sexiest company the last few days. "You know what else I wanted to do that night?" I slide a hand up her back, giving her ponytail a slight tug.

"What?" she gasps.

"Back up." I step off the bed and lead her down until her feet are on the edge. I drop to my knees and roughly seal my mouth over her *.

"Ahhh, f*ck, Leo," she cusses, pushing harder against my mouth.

I dart my tongue inside her while gripping both her ass cheeks in my palms. I begin the circles I’ve learned Sarah loves so much over her clit, and within seconds, an orgasm quakes through her body. I press a finger inside to find her more than primed for me now. She’s barely coming down as I drag my tongue up and over the puckered flesh of her ass.

"Oh God!" she cries out as I smile to myself. Chills spread over her body as she pulses around my finger, which is still moving inside her.

I position myself behind her and trail kisses up her spine. "We’ll talk about that ‘oh God’ later."

I suddenly stand all the way up and bury myself inside her with one quick thrust. She lets out a blessed curse, but nothing escapes my throat. It’s not surprising. I’m not sure anything could pass the huge lump of emotions I’m desperately trying to keep under wraps. I’ve barely even begun pumping inside her when I reach a hand down between her legs. The moment I touch her clit, she comes hard on my cock. I begin a chaotic rhythm, wanting nothing more than to join her, but with every thrust, something else escapes me.

"You didn’t leave." I slam inside her.

"Never," she moans.

"I just wanted to be alone." I fold over her, finding her breast and rolling a nipple between my fingers.

"I just wanted to be with you." She presses her hips against me.

"Promise me you’ll always stay. No matter what," I plead as I speed up my pace inside her.

"There’s nowhere else I’d rather be."

With her words lingering on my heart and conscience, an orgasm builds to an all-time high before tearing through my body.

"Fuck, that was a lot faster than I planned," I pant while trying to catch my breath. "But thankfully, you were faster."

"It’s been a week, and I’m not allowed to get myself off, remember?" She reaches back and scratches the back of my head.

I silently pull out and collapse onto the bed. She follows suit and crashes on top of me, snuggling in tight.

"Mmm. Morning sex is quickly becoming my favorite," she mumbles.

"So I think we should talk about that ‘oh God’ now."

She laughs before nuzzling her face against my beard. "You need to trim that. It’s getting soft. I miss the stubble."