Page 148 of Only in Your Dreams

ZAC:You know she’d kick my ass if I said no. Just give us the morning and get your ass home.

NOAH:Yes sir.

At some point, I become aware that I’m staring out the window with a dopey grin and I laugh at myself.

Is this what it’ll be like from now on?

I can barely comprehend the thought of spending the rest of my life this kind of happy. It seems impossible. Unfair, when you think of how many people there are out there struggling.

I take the stairs slowly, balancing two coffees and a plate of blueberry waffles, our clothes hanging over my shoulder. And it really doesn’t get any better than seeing Melody turn over in bed, covered in nothing but a thin yellow sheet.

She tosses her phone on the nightstand. Stretches out like a cat, my grumpy black cat, and sits up without bothering to tuck the sheet around her. It drops onto her lap, leaving her bare from the waist up.

This woman is actually mine. It’s crazy, right? Total freak accident.

“You are such a cliche,” she says with an amused look at the breakfast I place on the nightstand. “You get a little tail and suddenly it’s breakfast in bed. Don’t tell me you’re about to pull out a diamond, too.”

“I wasn’t going to do it today, but there you go tempting me.” Her eyebrows shoot up, and with a smirk, I take a waffle and stick it in her gaping mouth. “Eat your breakfast, Clover.”

I lift the sheet covering her body and crawl underneath it, settling between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she says, chewing a bite of waffle.

“Eating breakfast.”

She squeaks when I yank her down to give me better access. Her legs fall open for me, and I kiss along her thighs. She gives a full body shiver, whimpers when I press a kiss to her clit.

Nothing will ever,evertop this.

I’m addicted to her pussy. The sounds she makes for me, the way her hips squirm, draw me in. It’s probably unhealthy, will somehow come back to bite me one day.

“God, Zac.”

Hard to care about unhealthy addictions when she moans like that. I lick at her, slow and soothing this morning. Trail a hand up her thigh, teasing her ass with my thumb, and she slumps onto the bed with a drawn-out moan. Inch my fingers into her pussy, and—

She whimpers. One tiny note, and I know it’s not right. Not the same as the others, the good sounds. I surface from under the covers to see her biting her lip.

“Sore?”

She nods. I trail kisses up her body, all the way up to her mouth, and then roll off the bed. In the adjoining bathroom, I wash out the clawfoot tub I don’t think I’ve used in all my time living here and fill it up with water, squirting in a bit of Mel’s vanilla-scented body wash. Not sure it’s the best substitute for the proper bubble stuff, but it’ll have to do until I can get her some.

Besides, it fills the room with her scent, and I’m thrilled to find that it follows me out into the bedroom, too. She scowls, pretending to be annoyed when I pick her up off the bed and into the bathroom.

“Warm enough?” I ask her as she sinks into the water.

“It’s perfect,” she says, slicking back her hair with water. Her scowl melts away. “You better be coming in with me.”

I strip off my sweats. “Where else would I be, Clo?”

The bathroom is bright, the morning sun pouring in through the massive window beside the tub, giving us a perfect view of the water out back. But neither of us take it in.

Why bother, when the best view is right in front of me, in the form of the woman sinking cozily into the warm water. She stares back at me without even bothering to hide her smile or the sweet twinkle in her eye. She sends ripples through the water as she slides toward me, straddling me. I let out a helpless groan at the feel of her body pressing into mine, all wet and hot, smelling like vanilla.

“How long until you go to work today?” she asks, cupping water in her hands and soaking my hair.

“Forget work. I’m taking my first day off in years. We’re winning again, and I’ve run enough overtime practices this season for them to owe me the time. How about you?”

“Forget work. My days there are numbered, anyway,” she plays with my hair, molding it with her fingers. “I got an email from the Knights while you were down making breakfast. About my application.”

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