My eyes flew open. “Gone? Get back?” Frowning, I rolled around to face him, only to gasp when I found him not-naked. In jeans and a black shirt, he looked sexy as hell...but still. Leaving?
“Where’re you going?”
His green gaze traveled down my body, landing on my exposed breasts as he answered, “I have to go into work. But you can stay.” Then his gaze lifted to mine and uncertainty filled his features. “Will you? You, uh, you’d actually be doing me a huge favor. I’m a little worried about leaving Mozart here alone until I get his cage put up.”
He’d actually wanted to re-hang the cage earlier, but I hadn’t let him put clothes on, and though I’d loved the idea of naked cage-hanging, he’d balked and instead tackled me onto the bed and taken me hard and fast. I hadn’t minded that option either.
I cupped his face to help appease his worry. “Of course, I’ll squirrel-sit for you. I won’t let anything happen to your precious.”
Lips tipping up with an immediate grin, he dove in for a quick, satisfied kiss. “Thank you, but honestly, I just wanted to come home so I could find you here asleep in my bed.”
“Oh, ho...” I said, rolling my eyes. “So the truth comes out. You just want to keep me trapped here like your little sex slave, huh?”
The bastard’s smile only spread. “If only I’d kept the handcuffs.”
I threw back my head and laughed. Wrapping my arms around him, I kept my neck arched back so he could kiss his way up my throat. Filled with a bliss that radiated out all my limbs, I sighed and murmured, “I love you so much.”
The press of his lips paused at my jawline. When he said nothing, though his line here should’ve been, “I love you, too,” I lowered my chin to meet his gaze. His green eyes swirled with need.
I knew he liked hearing my declaration, and I could see that he wanted to say it back—he was just scared—so I only smiled and gently pressed my mouth to his and stroked my fingers through his hair. He’d never said the words to a woman before, and I was kind of glad he was hesitant. It let me know that when he finally did say it, it would mean more.
Until then, I was completely okay with being patient and playing sex slave until he felt comfortable enough to tell me.
With a groan, he tore his mouth away from mine but then pressed our foreheads together. “I really need to get to work.”
I grinned. “Then go to work.” But even as I said it, I stretched against him and made sure my knee not-so-accidently grazed the crotch of his jeans.
“Damn you, you tempting sexy naked lady.” Growling, he rolled me onto my back, cupped one of my thighs so he could slip his hips between my legs, and crawled over me as he began to unzip his jeans. “We only have time for a quickie.”
“Oh, goodie!” I squealed out my joy and tugged at his shirt, peeling it off him while he ripped open a condom package. But I didn’t even have time to toss it across the room before he was pushing inside. “Oh!”
Gasping in surprise, I clutched his back and dug my nails into his warm skin as he thrust without mercy.
“Por Dios, you really did mean quick, didn’t you? Mmm...más rápido. ¡Más duro!”
I don’t know if he was finally understanding some of my Español, or if he could just tell what my body wanted, because he delivered, heaving into me, filling me with a physical joy that burst just under my skin and made me come but also a warmth in my heart that made me close my eyes and clutch him to me as he followed with his own orgasm.
“Te amo,” I whispered.
He drew out a peace-filled sigh and pressed his forehead to mine. A moment of content silence followed, where we merely held each other in the aftermath. I stroked my fingers up his back and into his hair, realizing he was getting drowsy and would probably fall asleep on me in seconds, but not quite ready to wake him up and send him off to work.
But a chattering had me glancing past Asher’s bare shoulder to see Mozart standing on his hind feet at the end of the bed, watching us.
I yelped out my surprise and threw the s
hirt I still had wadded in my hand at him. Asher stirred on top of me and sat up to glance back and see what I’d done.
“I needed to put that back on,” he slurred, still half asleep.
“Well, your squirrel needed to stop being a pervert,” I argued back, scowling. “Seriously, he was staring at your ass.”
Chuckling, Asher crawled to the end of the bed so he could retrieve his clothes and put himself back together for work. “I’m so happy you two get along.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him finish dressing. “There wouldn’t be a problem if he’d just learn his place.” Poking a finger into my chest, I called out into the room so Mozart could hear me...wherever he was. “That’s my man’s ass, squirrel. So eyes off, got it?”
“You tell him, gorgeous.” Grinning, Asher crawled back to me and cupped the back of my head as he kissed me hard and fast. When he pulled back, his smile was still smugly proud. “I kind of like you laying your claim on me.”
Arching an eyebrow, I eyed his neck. “Well, if you want me to mark my property...”