Smokescreen

“Nothing at all?” he asks.

“I don’t sleep in underwear.”

“I don’t sleep in anything, but I already told you that.” He lowers his mouth to the skin below my ear and kisses a trail to my shoulder. The tiny nips on my skin send shivers up and down my body and he smiles against my skin.

“So responsive, Bella, just wait.”

His fingers at my hip slide across my pelvic bone until he reaches the bare skin where I crave his touch.

“Fucking, fuck me. Your skin is like silk.” He sides one finger down from my clit to my entrance, which is soaked. He slips it into me while continuing to suck lightly on my neck and collarbone. His finger teases in an erotic way, making me shiver with anticipation. He adds another slowly and I bite my bottom lip not to cry out.

I’m so wet and needy; I push into him, taking his mouth with my own. My hands claw through his short hair pulling him as close as possible. Our tongues mimic the rhythm of his fingers and I devour his mouth, not caring that I’m lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

He pulls away, both of us panting, and inserts a third finger, stretching me. One hand holds my hip down while the other assaults me. I hang onto his neck, not breaking eye contact. When he strokes a magical spot with one of his fingers, I moan loudly and throw my head back, bucking into his hands. My release starts to stir in my core. He watches me intently, waiting.

As soon as he curls his fingers again, I scream. Release washing though me, as the orgasm takes over, panting his name. He holds me close as I ride the wave and then slowly removes his hand. I crack my eyes slightly to see him licking his fingers and grinning at me.

“Like I said, fucking beautiful.”

I start to get shy, but he stops me from pulling away and rolls us back to where I’m lying on him. His hardness obvious against my hipbone. When I wiggle, he holds me in place.

“Stay still, baby.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll survive. Blue balls have become my specialty.”

“I could—”

“No, you can roll over and let me hold you tonight. I wasn‘t sure if you’d let me sleep in here with you.”

“Of course, where else would you sleep?”

“That lonely guest room down the hall? The same room that currently has all my stuff.”

My face softens and I snuggle into him. “No. Max, I want you in here with me.”

“There is a God. Fucking finally.”

“Max,” I say sleepily against his body, wrapping my arm around his bare chest. “I should warn you. I’m a bear in the mornings. If I’m mean to you, please don‘t run.”

“Baby, I don’t care if you sprout snakes and your head spins, I’ll never run from you.”

Smiling against him, I whisper, “I hope not,” then sleepiness consumes me. My dreams have never been sweeter.

I wake up to an empty, cold bed. The pillows on my side are hardly dented which means, I did indeed sleep on Max all night. The smell of coffee fills the house. I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to tame my hair before Max sees me. He may have mentioned snakes sprouting from my head last night but he has no idea that’s exactly what my crazy mane looks like in the mornings. Deciding it’s a worthless cause, I throw it in a messy bun and head to the kitchen.

I stop in the doorway and take in the view. Max is shirtless, dressed in jeans and fresh from another shower. His coffee is in front of him with a laptop, newspaper, and iPad. The small kitchen television is on the morning news.

All this activity is too much for me this early, so I head to the coffee pot to get my mug.

“Bella,” he purrs and stops me mid-step. His mouth touches mine briefly and then gently moves me to the side. I watch as he makes my coffee exactly the way I told him I like it and then turns to hand to me. I stare at him in wonder and then take a slow sip. The taste flows through my body and it’s much more smooth than normal.

“How did you make this? It’s delicious.”

“It’s fresh ground from that deli you like so much. I stopped by on my run this morning and brought it back.”

“You went running?”