14. Fourteen

Fourteen

G olden shards of early morning sunlight spill across the parquet through the gap in the curtains. A thick golden forearm is draped around my waist, and I roll over to ogle its owner. Even though I've admired every angle of the gorgeous man beside me, my heart races in my chest and my stomach does a weird backflip whenever I look at him. Long lashes cast shadows against his cheekbones as he sleeps likes a peaceful handsome giant. He looks how I feel, totally content.

The bitter tang of reality creeps unwanted into my thoughts. Our bubble has to burst when we go back to work. I'm caught off guard at the emptiness I feel at the thought of not having him to myself all day, and mentally reign myself in. I can't get carried away with this. It would be so easy to get lost in the romance and sex of it. In him. He's a deadly concoction of handsome, charming, and sexy and his touch turns my body and mind to mush. But I have to remain realistic. Is it all about the sex? Most likely. Despite this, I'm still not prepared for the spell to be broken. I want to lose myself in him one more time.

His breathing changes, and he stirs, blinking open his eyes and focusing on me. He gives a sleepy half-smile causing my heart to turn over. "Morning, my beautiful Sophie."

A warm tingly feeling dances around my stomach the way it always does when he calls me his. But it's just a turn of phrase and I'm not foolish enough to read anything into it. It makes sense. He's into control and by feeling that I'm his is just another way for him to achieve it.

He slips his arms under the covers and his hands find my body, rolling me over on top of him."Waking up to your face is as amazing as I knew it would be." He strokes his fingertips across my cheekbone and pushes his erection into my hip.

"You're not too bad to look at either." I let my thighs fall open on either side of his hips and kiss him lightly on the lips. "Someone's awake even though it's early."

"It's the only bit of me that is; I'm knackered. Some beautiful woman wouldn't leave me alone yesterday and kept pestering me for sex," he teases.

I slap him playfully on the bicep. "I think it was the other way around."

His hands skim down my back and knead my buttocks. "And you'd better get used to it, brown eyes, because I'm never leaving you alone again."

Okay. What does that mean?

Before I can ask, he lifts his head off the pillow and kisses me, then pulls away a fraction.

"Ride me," he says, his lips against mine.

What better way to start the day?

"You said you were knackered," I smile.

"Where you're concerned, I can't stay away." He squeezes my buttocks. "We'll have sleepy sex."

I don't need any persuading.

I reposition my knees either side of his hips so that I'm straddling him and spread my hands across his chest, keeping me steady. Reaching behind my legs, I close my right hand around his penis and feel it twitch in my hand as I guide him into me. My eyes lock on his as I adjust my weight and slide down onto him, feeling my muscles stretch to accommodate all of him and a tell-tale throb sparks deep inside. He lets out a long, contented sigh as if there is no better feeling than us, together.

I roll my hips as his hands slide up my rib cage to caress my breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he pants and the look of admiration is back in his eyes and I'm a goddess again.

I throw my head backward as I grind against him, picking up the pace as my muscles tense around him and I feel him tighten inside of me. I know this is going to be quick. Not slow and sleepy like he wanted. But who cares because I'm in control. I shift upwards then slam down hard.

"Sophie!" His head snaps backwards as he hisses my name.

The pressure in my centre ratchets up a notch as I slam down onto his cock again. His hands fly to my waist and his fingers dig into my hip bone. "I'm close."

"Not yet," I breathe. Just a little more. I drive myself down onto his length once again and his shoulders tense.

"Now," he demands.

"Not yet. Who's in control here?"

In a heartbeat, I'm reminded. I'm not sure how it happens but I'm flat on my back, and he's pinning me down, his thighs in between mine, my hands yanked above my head. "I am."

His dark eyes hold mine as he sears into me and I gasp. "And you love it."

I thought I'd hate being controlled in the bedroom, but I don't. I like him controlling me. And I don't know who I am anymore.

Within two thrusts, I unravel into a trembling mass of limbs as he follows me over the edge. His shoulders tense as he empties inside me with a groan, then slowly drops forward on top of me.

He lifts his head from the pillow and looks at me knowingly. "You like me being in control, don't you?"

"Yes," I admit, feeling a little embarrassed. "And while I'm confessing, I trust you. "

An easy smile lights up his face and I can tell that I've just told him exactly what he wanted to hear. He slides his hands beneath my head and entangles his fingers in my hair as he presses his lips to mine and kisses me. Deep and slow. It feels like a kiss with a hidden meaning. I just wish I knew what it was.

Somehow, we manage to disentangle ourselves from one another long enough to shower. I pull Lucy's t-shirt and denim cut-offs back on and I'm in the process of towel drying my hair at the end of the bed, thinking about the funny looks and gossip I'm going to be the subject of once we turn up to work together in a few hours' time, when he strolls out of the wardrobe. The freshly showered subtle scent of sandalwood follows him across the room as I check him out.

A white polo shirt fits his upper body like a glove and charcoal grey chinos hang from his waist, fitting snugly around his firm behind. His black hair is slicked back and to the side, and he's back to looking his usual preened self. I want him.

He flings back the curtains letting the sunlight flood through the windows into the bedroom.

"I've been thinking…" He stands staring out at the street with his back to me for a few seconds, rubbing his palms together as if he's thinking carefully about what he's about to say. "You should bring some of your clothes and things and leave them here," he nods towards the wardrobe. "There's plenty of room in there.

I freeze mid-rub, and my eyes slide to the wardrobe. I'm blindsided. I feel like doing a little dance at what this gesture could possibly mean, but I remind myself that I can't get carried away. Okay, so maybe it's not JUST about the sex. It still doesn't mean it's going to lead to a happily-ever-after.

"So… we'll be doing this again?" I ask.

He settles down beside me on the end of the bed. "Yes, and again, and again, and again, and again, and tonight I'm taking you out to that dinner we never got round to having. I'll pick you up from yours at seven."

He's grinning like a fool and so am I.

Have I ever felt this happy?

This stuff is intoxicating .

He squeezes my right thigh. "Come on, we need to get you back home. If we stay here too long, you'll be naked again."