Page 71 of Gifts

It’s such a surprise, I hear myself call out since he isn’t there to quiet me with his mouth. When I look up, his eyes are hooded and I feel him exhale across my face. He doesn’t move, staying planted, filling and fulfilling me, all at the same time.

His eyes close, and I didn’t know it was possible, but he grinds into me harder, rubbing my sensitive clit, sending shudders up my spine.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, taking my mouth and pulling out to his tip before slamming into me again.

His movements are fierce and unrestrained. Every time we come together in the most savage way, his muscles tense and I feel him everywhere.

Besides the rumbling from his chest mingling with my whimpers, there are no words. It’s just Asa, all-encompassing, taking me at the same time giving me what I didn’t know I needed. I arch my back, pressing my head into the bed and he slams into my clit with every thrust.

This time it’s different, my orgasm consuming me as Asa does. When there’s no way I can pull another breath into my lungs, I fall again. Fisting my hair, Asa takes my mouth right before his body jolts one last time when he comes inside me.

Asa gives me his weight. I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to. His big muscled body covers mine and now I know what he meant by making me hot and sweaty. He drags a hand down my side, landing on my ass and stroking the back of my thigh.

Lifting his head from the bed, he takes my mouth, his lips moving on mine, finishing off the most brutally beautiful sex in the history of the world.

“To answer your question from earlier,” he breathes across my lips, “I’m sleeping here. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. From now on, your Saturdays will never suck.”

Lying here squished to my mattress beneath him, relaxed, spent, and utterly drained, I’d be crazy to get rid of him. And he’s right. I’ve never had a Saturday like this.

But still … ho-ly shit.

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Asa

I didn’t lie—no way I’m leaving her now.

I knew she’d be mine, but I didn’t plan for it to be tonight after returning to her, pissed the fuck off about all the shit swirling in my life.

After I got Keelie cleaned up, she insisted on putting on a pair of panties and, at the very least, a shirt, in case her kids came in. I thought she’d be more concerned about having me in her bed, but since she didn’t mention it, neither did I. I don’t plan on leaving—to me it’s a non-issue.

I finally got us settled and since she’s pressed against me, I can tell she’s tense.

I pull her up and give her a squeeze. “You okay?”

“Yes.” Her answer comes short, curt, and if it says anything, it’s not okay.

“What’s wrong?” I look at her through the dark.

She glances down at her fingers that are strumming my chest. “Well, tomorrow’s Sunday.”

“You’re the most obsessed person with the days of the week I’ve ever met.”

She looks up at me and bites her lip. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you and the kids to leave in the morning.”

My brows furrow. “Why’s that?”

Pulling in a big breath, she looks down at her hands again, not having the courage to say whatever she needs to while looking me in the eye. “I get together with my family every Sunday for brunch. Tomorrow is my day. My parents, my sister and her family, my great aunt—they’ll all be here.”

I put my hand under her chin to look at her as I try not to smile. “What? Do you not have enough food for everyone?”

She frowns. “It’s not that.”

I kiss her and in the process, roll her to her back where my hips fall between her legs. Grinning, I go on. “You out of wine? Because I can fix that.”

She narrows her eyes. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

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