Page 164 of As They Are
“Wear mine,” he said as his hands roamed up my sides. “You can have anything of mine, actually. Though the pants might be a little long.”
“I’mnotthat much shorter than you.”
“You’re not at all, but it makes your cheeks go red whenever I remind you that I’m taller than you.” He pressed a kiss to my warm skin. “It’s my favorite color.”
I thought I was adjusting to the guest room of the farmhouse, but it didn’t compare to the night of sleep I got at Henry’s. His room had the most comfortable mattress I’d ever put my body on, and he only had on low lights to read. I wanted to talk tohim more after my shower, but the second I lay my head on his shoulder and he started rubbing my back, I’d passed out.
I’d been in a lot of houses, but they never felt likehomes.Henry’s did.
Natural light was what finally stirred me the next morning, as well as Henry’s soft breathing next to me. He was still in the position we’d fallen asleep in, me on his shoulder and him on his back. His book was on the nightstand next to him with his glasses on top, and I wondered if he’d even moved before joining me in sleep.
I curled in tighter, trying to take in the moment. My leg hiked up, only to hit somethingveryhard as I did so.
My eyes popped open. I’d barely woken up yet, but already my mind was flooded with all of the things we could do. My hand trailed his stomach as I tried to wake him up. He didn’t stir.
But my pinky grazed his warm skin, andGod,he felt so good.
My leg was still pressed against his cock and he let out a sigh as his hips jerked up for friction. I bit my lip and gave him what he obviously craved. His brow furrowed as his eyes finally opened.
“W-Wren?”
“I really hope you weren’t expecting someone else.”
“Absolutely not. I was making sure I wasn’t still dreaming.”
I sat up and swung a leg to sit on top of him, his erection pressed against my ass. “Nope, but you have my mind on one thing. I hope you can handle me messing with your schedule.”
“Fuck the schedule,” he said, reaching for my cheek to pull me down into a kiss. He rarely ever cursed, but it sounded incredible. I’d done that to him. I’d made him do something new. As my lips moved against his, I shifted downward, rubbing against him.
I hadn’t slept in much. The lingering heat outside made me turn down the sweatpants Henry offered, and I’d made it workwith my underwear and his shirt. I’d thought I would have stayed away long enough to enjoy my outfit choice with him the night before, but this was just as good.
“It’s like you were made for me,” he murmured into my skin. “Only me.”
His words felt so good, almost too good. But I took them in, remembering that Henry was like no one else I’d ever met in my life. He was incredible in every way, and he’d asked me to be his.
Nothing else mattered.
“And you were made for me,” I said.
I craved friction as our mouths met again. The kiss turned dirty as I moved, letting myself get lost in us.
His cock felt so good on my clit, even when we were separated by clothes. My hands tightened on his shoulders as I chased after the feeling I needed.
I came when he cupped my breasts under his shirt. His palms rubbed against my nipples and I cried out, body tightening as my vision went dark. Heat poured from my core into the rest of me. Henry pulled back, his eyes tracing every one of my features as I came down from it.
“You’re so beautiful every time you do that,” he said.
“Is that why you always make sure I come?”
His expression went flat. “No. I make sure you feel good because I want to. This is just an added bonus.”
I sat back, eager to feel more of him.
“Do you have condoms here?”
“I grabbed a few when you were in the shower. Check the nightstand.”
Sure enough, they were there, and I grabbed one. I fumbled with his boxers, but I freed his cock. After the condom was on, I moved my underwear to the side before guiding him to press into my opening.
