Page 17 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
“Fucking hell,” I wheeze breathlessly as Grayson moves to lay next to me. “That was…”
“Just the beginning,” he says with a smile before rolling me on top of him. “We’re just getting started.”
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Unpopular opinionin the male demographic: I love waking up with a woman in my arms.
Especially right now and this woman.
I don’t know what it is. The feeling of her soft skin on my chest? The warmness from her body? The way her leg is casually slung over my body, like she’s trying to wrap herself around me like a spider monkey? It doesn’t get any better than this.
Well, it could. But I don’t know if I have it in me. I’ve never in my life turned down morning sex—it’s in the top three of all sexes—but after our marathon last night, I don’t know if either of us have it in us.
But if she wanted to, I guess I’d find the strength…
I feel her start to move on me as I turn to look at the clock. It’s seven in the morning, and I’m thanking the corporate business world gods that my bosses told me I could come in late today since I was technically working last night.
Best night of work ever!
“What time is it?” she mumbles into my chest.
“Just after seven.”
She’s quiet again, slowly stretching her arms and legs, all while staying close to me. “Do you have to go to work?”
“Not for a bit,” I say as I place a kiss on her forehead.
“Well that’s good,” she says as she rolls on top of me. “Because I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
Kat’s lips press down into mine in what I can only describe as the laziest, yet deepest, kiss we’ve shared in the crazy twelve hours that we’ve known each other. There’s nothing desperate in this. No, this is just two people, whose mouths are now intimately familiar with each other, sharing a moment. Sharing a connection.
One that I’m not ready to let go of just yet.
Neither of us said anything last night about where this might go, or if it’s going to be lived in my memory as the hottest night of my life with a woman who I’m pretty sure has ruined me for others. I mean, she was at a speed-dating event, so I’m assuming she’s looking for more than a casual relationship. And yes, I was there to impress Hazel, but I wasn’t against possibly meeting someone. Sure, this morning doubt could’ve been saved by a simple conversation last night. But I had much more important things on my mind than having the “so what is this” chat.
Much, much more important things. Things that I’d like to repeat. Multiple times.
My dick starts to grow hard as our kiss continues, our weight shifting us to our sides. Kat repositions herself around my thigh, but at the same time, pulls away from my lips.
“Can I be a mood killer?”
I quirk my eyebrow as her eyes shift down, then back up to mine. “Depends…”
Her smile is bashful, and one I haven’t seen before. “While the idea of another round sounds great in theory, I don’t know if I can.”
I smile before I lean back in, kissing her one more time. “Not a mood killer. If anything, that makes my mood very good.”
“I’m sure it does,” she says as she pulls herself even closer to me. “Last night was…”
I tap my forehead to hers, because I don’t have words for it either. “Yes, it was.”
We lie there in silence for more than a few minutes, our fingers trailing aimlessly on each other’s skin. I know the clock is ticking, and eventually I need to leave this bed, but I’m not ready. At least, not before I know I can see her again.
“Can I call you? Take you out on a proper first date that isn’t hot dogs?”
She doesn’t say anything for a second, and dread begins to creep in. Every bad thought goes through my head before I see the smile I’m learning to look for.
