Page 45 of One Hotlanta Night
A vision of him in a tux and me in a white dress carrying me like this flits through my mind. And then I banish the thought, wondering where that idea even came from. Maybe because of the way his eyes smolder as his eyes never leave mine. Or maybe because it’s something I’d like. With him.
Michael stops for a moment at a bedroom door. “He’s gone for the weekend. You don’t have to worry. It’s just us. You, and me, and this.” Michael presses his lips to mine in a soul-searing kiss, and I lose all rational thought. “Which means you can scream as loud as you want, wherever you want… in the kitchen, in the shower…”
He crosses the threshold, his grip tightening, our chests pressed so close that our hearts seem to beat as one. “But let’s start right here, where I can love you down properly, mi amor.” And he kicks the door shut.
Michael
My arm curls around Vivian as I slide my hand over her hip. We didn’t get much sleep, but being a morning person means I wake up when the sun does. Something tells me she can go all night. Or at least, she did last night, a satisfied grin spreading across my face.
She’s so fucking sexy, hair tousled, lips bruised from our lovemaking. She lets out a small sigh, her breath tickling my arm hair as she shifts closer to me, my body spooning hers, protective of her even in sleep. A low groan escapes my mouth as I press it to her soft neck. "Morning, mi amor," I rumble as I tug her closer to my chest.
"Morning," she replies, eyes still shut as she snuggles into me. The woman legitimately snuggles, her body fitting perfectly with mine; yet another new experience for me. I've never woken up with someone in my arms because I never wanted to before. Always leaving my partner satisfied but preferring to sleep in my own bed, by myself. But with Vivian, I already knew that I'd wantto wake up next to her. I never want to be apart from her. I want her in my space, messing up my bed, leaving girly shit in the bathroom, leaving her mark all over my home. I want to wake up with her, make lunch for her, watch TV with her. Doesn’t matter as long as I can be in her presence, breathing her in.Loving her.
Her fingers seek mine by touch alone, and she links our fingers together. I lift our conjoined hands to my lips and place a gentle kiss to each of her soft, sweet knuckles. Vivian’s breath hitches, so I continue to trail soft kisses all the way up her arm, intentionally marking her with my mouth across her shoulder, her collarbone, working my way up her neck.
Her eyes stay closed even as she trembles at my caress, and it feels like a safe enough moment. “I love you. “ Her eyes fly open. “Being here in my bed,” I re-word before she freaks out. Okay, maybe not yet. Her expression is still wary, no longer sleepy, body tense and on alert. I need to calm her down, get her relaxed again. Maybe offer a distraction.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn't said it to feel her out, to see how she’d react. Last night she was on fire for me, our bodies slick with sweat as we moved together in unison, bringing us to all-consuming highs I could never have imagined possible. Guess that’s what sex is like when it’s with your soulmate. Not just sex; making love. To the love of my life. But maybe in the light of morning, some of the lustful haze has worn off and some of her guard is back up. Not a problem; I can work with that. I have her in my bed, and she just needs more time to come around.
Because there’s no doubt in my mind and my heart. They became hers from the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s mine, and I’m okay with letting her realize that on her own. But it can’t hurt to help that realization along, I decide, as I start to work my way down her body, my mouth descending between her thighs. And instead of conversation, I make her scream my name.
Humming along to my Red Hot Chili Peppers CD, I grab six eggs from the container and place them carefully on the counter. Vivian needs protein after all our activities, and the coffee’s already waiting for her. After our wake-up indulgence, I let her sleep in a bit more while I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Forgot to put on a shirt, so I’m trying to avoid splatters as I flip the bacon. Maybe wearing as little clothing as possible will help entice her to stick around and not take off right away.
I feel Vivian’s presence before I even see her. Turning around, my jaw almost drops at the sight of her in one of my t-shirts—and absolutely nothing else. Her hair is an adorable mess, and there’s a red mark almost the exact shape of my mouth visible between her neck and shoulder. Pride fills my chest. I did that;wedid that. I like seeing my mark on her just as much as my clothes.
“Buenos dias, mi amor,” I say softly as I walk forward and pull her to me for a searing kiss. Damn, this mouth, I can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of her. I’ll never tire of this.
Vivian looks a little dazed when I finally break away from her addictive taste, and I adjust myself in my sweats as I grab her coffee. “Café con leche.”' I wrap her fingers around the warm mug.
She peers inside the cup, inhaling appreciatively. “Wow, a man who cooks, wakes me up with orgasms, and then makes me coffee? You may never get rid of me.” She beams up at me.
That's the plan.
But what I say out loud is, “I know how to take care of my lady,” and wink at her.
Vivian smiles and takes a sip. “Oh.Wow. I am definitely keeping you now.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease as she starts to greedily drink down the hot elixir.
I turn back to the stove, making sure the food doesn’t burn, when I feel a light touch at my temple. “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” she says, running her finger along the square frames.
I huff out a laugh. “It’s embarrassing just how blind I am without them. I’m not ready for my contacts yet.”
“It makes a good disguise.” Her soft giggles turn into outright laughter, as she claps her hand over her mouth.
“What’s so funny, mi amor?” I wrap my arms around her, grabbing her free hand and kissing her wrist.
“Nothing.” She smirks. “I must’ve missed the quick change in the telephone booth.” My brows furrow in confusion. “Superman in the sheets; Clark Kent cooking breakfast?”
“Can’t say anyone’s called me that before.” I chuckle.
“And look! You even have the superhero curl to match.” She sets down her mug and tugs at the lock of hair hanging in the middle of my forehead. “It’s so cute.”
“Mmm,” I say, gripping her ass with both hands and pressing her tightly against my hardening arousal. “I’ll show you cute.” I run a hand up her back until I’m cupping her neck and pull her in for a hard kiss.
The taste of her lips ignites a fire between us, and soon our hot hands and wet mouths roam everywhere. I lick a path down the curve of her neck, groaning as I taste the remains of our sweat, jasmine, and that unique scent that is all Vivian. Chills erupt on her skin as I lift her leg and wrap it around my waist, grinding into her softness. We can probably make it over to the couch, but I’m not sure if I can wait that long. I'm burning up, about to rip the fabric from her body and take her right here in the kitchen, when another burning takes precedence. “Baby…” she gasps out,her head tilted to the side giving me full access to her neck.Fuuuuck, the endearment falling from her hot, sexy mouth just makes me even harder. I rock my hips into her, one hand ripping my waistband down. Just a little further…
“Baby!Bacon!”
