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Quaid didn’t care. He was done messing around. Done with the massage. He snagged my wrists and tugged me down on top of him. Islid on his slick body, but he caught me, wrapped his legs around my waist, and wouldn’t let me free. He spread his oily hands across my back and rutted, our cocks sliding against one another in the confines of our greasy bodies, gliding easily and luxuriously together.
“Oh my fucking god. This is insanely good. I could come like this.” I growled against his mouth as he kissed me, digging his nails into my skin and lashing out with his demanding tongue.
We were slippery and wet with oil, skin blistering and burning with pleasure. I couldn’t think beyond the moment at hand. The friction. Quaid’s glorious mouth on mine. The noises escaping his throat.
Hands explored, touched, groped, and clung.
“Don’t stop,” Quaid breathed into our kiss. Panting. Trembling. “Az. Az… Oh god… Az… I’m…” The frantic pitch in his tone told me he was right there.
I picked up my pace, and on a strangled cry, the warmth of Quaid’s release pooled between our bodies, mixed with the oil and our sweat.
He shuddered in my arms, hands grasping for purchase, nails leaving stinging welts over my ass cheeks as he guided my movements, controlling each thrust as he rode out his orgasm. I didn’t stop moving as coiling pleasure took root in my core and spread to my limbs.
I came a minute later, spilling between us, forgetting how to kiss as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder and rocked against him. “Fuck, Quaid… Jesus… so… fucking… good.”
Out of breath, we collapsed in a pile of sated limbs, bodies slick and glued together. After a time, Quaid’s soft laugh by my ear encouraged me to lift my head.
I peered down at him, seeing contentment. Happiness. Bliss.
“We are such a mess,” he said, still chuckling.
“So, about that morning shower.”
“It’s happening right now. Join me?”
“I think I have to.”
We stripped the bed, showered together—soaping each other and trying not to get frisky again—and found clean sheets before crawling under them. It was long past two in the morning, and Quaid’s five o’clock alarm taunted us both.
“We’re going to be sorry in the morning,” I said, spooning him against my chest and nuzzling my nose against the back of his neck.
“Consider it practice for when the baby comes.”
“Quaid Valor, your sleep habits were awful when I met you, and that was long before we were planning a family. I don’t think it’s a viable excuse.”
He shrugged and wiggled closer, lacing his fingers with mine and resting our hands together against his abdomen. “Maybe I was made for sleepless nights and babies.”
And wasn’t that the truth.
Chapter 15
Quaid
Aslan did not get up with me at five. After shutting off the alarm and checking both our phones to be sure we hadn’t missed a call from Bryn, I dressed in running shorts and one of Aslan’s band shirts before spending thirty minutes on the treadmill in the basement. I’d have hit the street, but I didn’t want to be far from the house if a call came in, case- or baby-related.
Aslan was in the kitchen making coffee when I returned upstairs. Oscar was going to town on his morning allotment of canned food, making a typical mess by flinging the chicken and gravy chunks halfway across the room with each lick.
“You forgot his food mat,” I said, drawing Aslan’s attention.
He glanced groggily at the cat and shrugged. “Couldn’t find it. Besides, he flings it beyond the parameters of the mat every time. It makes no difference.”
True.Aslan wore nothing but boxers and a metric ton of exhaustion if the way he leaned against the counter said anything.
Scanning my sweaty body, he shook his head and huffed. “I don’t know how the fuck you run in the morning after less than three hours of sleep. How are you not dead?”
I smirked, mopping my brow on the bottom of the T-shirt. “I had a rejuvenating orgasm before bed last night and slept like a baby.”
“I don’t know who invented that saying. Babies don’t sleep. You’ll see.” He handed me a steaming mug of coffee and pecked my lips. “You taste salty. Go shower and get dressed. I’ll make you food before you head out. Think about where you want me today.”
