A Not So Meet Cute(114)
The smile that crosses my lips stretches from ear to ear. “Okay. So, no apartment searching?”
“No, Jesus.” He chuckles while shaking his head. “No more giving me a heart attack.”
I press my palm to his cheek. “Aw, you act as if you’re attached.”
“I am. I’m very much attached to you, Lottie. I don’t know how you did it, but I’m addicted. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Good to know.” I nod casually. “Very good to know.”
I glance at him, holding back my smile.
He smirks.
I attempt to play it cool.
He calls my bluff and reaches out to tickle me, causing me to laugh, right before he captures my mouth, placing a muffling kiss across my lips. I melt into his embrace and enjoy him laying his claim.
He’s not the only one who’s addicted, because I need this man just as much as he needs me. I need his teasing, his annoying habits, and his ability to rile me up. I need his caring heart, his blessed soul, and his ability to make me feel safe and protected within the comfort of his arms.
My feelings changed for him so quickly, like the snap of a finger, which makes me wonder, did I always feel like this with him? Were my true feelings just masked with indifference?
From how much I’ve fallen for this man, my answer is probably going to be a yes.
Yes, I do believe I’ve always had feelings for him. I’ve always felt drawn to him. A connection that’s unmistakable. But now I’ve lifted the veil, and I’m able to acknowledge the truth.
I not only like Huxley Cane, but I’m falling in love with him.
Chapter Twenty
HUXLEY
I press my lips to the curve of her neck as her hand glides into my hair.
“Yes,” she whispers, being quiet for once.
My hand slides up her stomach and cups her breast as I continue to pump in and out of her.
I woke up this morning needing my girl. Not because I missed her—she hasn’t left my goddamn sight unless I’m at work—but because I craved her. I wake up every morning craving her, and thankfully, she craves me just as much.
Hard as stone when I woke up, I moved in close behind her, and I can still remember the sound of her moan as she lifted one leg and let me in.
This has to be one of my favorite positions—lying down, fucking her from behind as she rests on her pillow.
“So good, so close,” I say.
“Me too,” she breathes out heavily.
There’s nothing feral about what we’re doing right now, more like comfort. It’s lazy, but it feels so fucking good.
I give her a few more pumps as I feel her tightening around me, and when I know she’s about to fall over, I pinch her nipple, and that’s all it takes with my girl. She screams my name, tightens, and then sends me over the edge as well.
Together, we ride out the wave of euphoria until we’re both sated and breathing heavily.
I don’t move and neither does she as we catch our breath. I casually play with her breast and pull her in closer.
“The perfect way to wake up,” she says, her voice all dreamy.
“Yeah, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
She chuckles and rests her hand over mine. “I’m lucky that you can keep up with my libido.”
“Are you saying you’re more . . . needy . . . than me?”
“Do you not remember what happened in the middle of the night?”
How could I forget?
I woke up to her riding me. I had no idea I was hard, but apparently I was, because in a dreamy haze, I opened my eyes to find Lottie hovering above me, her tits bouncing beautifully as she used my dick to make herself come.
Hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I do recall.” I place a kiss along her neck. “Not sure I’ll ever forget that.”
Pulling away from me, she turns in my embrace and asks, “Should I be embarrassed?”
I laugh out loud. “Babe, you should be rewarded. That was really hot.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah. Please, feel free to do that again, whenever you want.”
Her fingers play over my chest. “You were so hard last night, you woke me up, and even though you were still sleeping, all I could think about was how it would feel to slide over you.”
“And how did it feel?”
“Amazing.” She glides her leg over mine and her hand falls to my pec, her thumb passing over my nipple.
“If you keep that up, I’m never getting out of this bed.”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
I grip her ass and give it a squeeze. “You and I both have work to do. Calling in sick won’t work anymore. Everyone knows we wouldn’t actually be sick.”
“Ugh, I hate real-world responsibilities.”
“You and me both,” I say, pressing a kiss to her nose.
Sighing, she rolls away from me and gets out of bed, much to my dismay. I was hoping for more cuddle time.
The shower turns on, indicating the start of the day.
Groaning, I get out of bed as well and trudge across the hardwood floor to the bathroom, where I find Lottie standing next to the shower, holding up one of her vibrators and sporting a mischievous grin.