Page 103 of The Bachelor

His sounds told me he liked that, that it was another way for him to claim me.

Own me.

Dominate me.

“I need to get you in the shower, and then we’re going to have some dessert.”

“Dessert?”

He smiled as he turned me toward him. “They’re not my sister’s brownies, but they’re pretty solid.” He hovered above my lips. “And, yes, I know those are your favorite. I saw your post from the other night.”

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Camden

When my eyes opened, Oaklyn was sleeping on my chest. Her arm was around my stomach. Pieces of her dark hair were tickling the bottom of my chin. Her body only moved to breathe, a slight lift as she inhaled, the heat from her exhale warming my flesh.

So, this was what it felt like to watch the morning rise on a woman’s skin.

To feel her wrapped around you all night.

To not maneuver your way out of bed a few seconds after you were done, never to return.

This was whatmorelooked like.

Felt like.

A place of contentment so out of the norm, but a place I didn’t want to leave.

In fact, as the glow from the sunlight trickled in through the curtains—a reminder that we needed to get up—I only held her tighter.

Monday had come fast, considering we hadn’t left my condo since we’d returned here Friday evening after the sex toy store. Saturday morning, Oaklyn had made us breakfast, which eventually led to lunch. Then, dinner was delivered, and another night was spent in my bed.

With her in my arms.

Sunday had looked almost identical to Saturday.

And now, the two of us had to part, go to work, leave each other’s presence for the first time in days.

From this place we kept callingmore.

A place that still didn’t involve sex because we’d decided to wait until Hannah knew the truth about our relationship.

And for the first time in my life, not being intimate was my choice, and leaving this bed was the last thing I wanted.

Since we still had a few minutes before we had to get up, I carefully slid my way out of her grip, replacing my body with a pillow so she had something to rest on, and I went into the kitchen to make us coffee. Once I’d learned how she took hers, I’d had creamer delivered over the weekend, and I added some to her cup before I returned to the bedroom.

She was just starting to stir as I climbed into bed, kissing her forehead, whispering, “Good morning.”

Her beautiful eyes opened, a smile instantly dragging across her lips. “Mmm. Morning.”

“Here.” I handed her the cup and leaned my back against the headboard, crossing my legs on top of the comforter.

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.”

She took her first sip and groaned. “What’s your day look like?”

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