Mila is lying on my chest after the best sex of my life.
“Keep your secrets. It doesn’t bother me anyway.”
“Liar,” I say, laughing quietly.
“I’m biding my time. I’ll figure it all out.”
“I have no doubt.”
“That’s how sex is supposed to be,” she breathes against my skin.
“Apparently so. It’s never gone quite like that with anyone else,” I tell her, running my fingers through her soft hair.
“I hear ya.” She pushes herself up and rests her head on her hand. “That wasn’t a one-time thing, right? I don’t think I could sit in that office with you if we don’t get to do that again.”
“There will be no going back to how things were. I said no more playing fair. We can do that as often as you want.”
Her raven hair is matted and wild, and her lips are red and puffy from when she couldn’t leave my mouth alone. I don’t think she’s ever looked so beautiful.
She sighs sleepily and lays back down, her body lax on top of mine.
“Are you tired?” I ask, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
“Mmhmm.”
“Sleep here tonight.”
She nods against my chest. “Not going anywhere.”
I stay still with my pulse thudding. She falls asleep quickly. Her soft breaths sooth the anxiety I’ve felt for a very long time. Tonight, she’s here with me, and she’s safe.
It takes me much longer for me to drift off. My mind won’t stop replaying this evening, from the moment she took my hand, until she fell asleep with her head on my heart. I close my eyes and focus on Mila’s heartbeat thudding against mine.
Nothing has ever been so important than that constant thump. I now understand why my grandad was completely broken when my nan died.
Loving someone is willingly giving them the opportunity to destroy you. I’ve seen it. My grandparents had been in love since they were sixteen, and the day Nan died, he turned hollow.
I finally drift off an hour later—my thoughts flitting between calm and erratic, happiness and fear.
When I wake, I find the bed empty. I sit up, my stomach dropping.
Then, I hear it: the sound of a door opening out in the hall. She walks back into the room wearing my T-shirt.
“Good, you’re up. I need coffee, and I can’t work that ridiculous machine downstairs.”
I’m sure my smile makes me look insane. I sit up and raise a brow. “I like you in that.”
Her eyes narrow. “I like you when you’re making my coffee.”
“Right,” I say, throwing the quilt off my legs.
Her eyes snap up when I turn around.
“Where were you just looking?”
Her smile spreads. “I think you know.”
“Are you objectifying me?”
“You know it,” she replies.
I walk around the bed, and she tilts her head up as I approach. “Good morning, Mila.”
“Good morning, Reid.”
“Are you hungry?”
She nods slowly, and I take a sharp breath.
“Coffee first!” She steps back, holding her hand up. “Caffeinate me before you tie me up again.”
I groan. “Please don’t talk like that if you want to make it downstairs within the next hour.”
Laughing, she steps back. “Come on.”
There is nothing remotely awkward about this morning. I follow her downstairs, stretching as I go. Her confidence from yesterday has spilled over to today.
She wants to be tied up again. Fine by me.
Mila walks straight over to the coffee machine. Any other occasion, she would have sat down and waited for me. I want her right next to me now, too.
I load up the beans, place a mug down, and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods. “It feels like it took us forever to have sex.”
I chuckle against her shoulder. “I was trying to give you time before I made my move. It’s been hard to be around you and keep my hands to myself.”
“Well, let’s not do that again.”
“Deal. And you’re not seeing the girls until tomorrow, so we have a whole day.” I run my fingers down her arm, and she shudders.
“A whole day of sex?” she breathes.
“That will feature heavily, yes.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder. “This is the best weekend.”
We watch as the coffee machine finishes her latte. “Go and sit down with your drink and let me make you breakfast.”
She takes the mug and turns around. “Will you ever let me make you breakfast here?”
“I’ll let you pour cereal and milk.”
Rolling her eyes, she walks past me and sits at the breakfast bar. I pull ham, cheese, onion, and eggs from the fridge. “Omelette?”
“Going to need a lot of energy, am I?”
“You sound like you’ve arrived at an all-you-can-eat buffet from a week-long fast.”
“Accurate analogy. It’s not just sex, Reid. I could’ve had sex with anyone by now if I’d wanted to.”
I put the food down on the side before I drop and smash a box of twelve eggs. “No, it’s not just sex.”
Mila doesn’t say anything else. She watches me as I cook. It feels so natural to wake up together and have breakfast. I can’t wait to feed her and take her back to bed. I need a day of exploring her body and finding the best ways to make her come. I want to learn it all. What gets her off the fastest? What gets her frustrated until she’s begging for more?
I whisk the eggs almost angrily, my erection ready way before we are. Well, that’s not strictly true, but I know when I start, I won’t want to stop. She needs food.
We eat side by side, chatting easily and flirting. When she’s finished, she pushes the plate away and turns towards me.
I slide my chair back and pull her onto my lap.
“You are beautiful,” I say, running my hands up her back.
She arches her back, plastering herself to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’re hard.”
“Have been for a very long time.” I’m not just talking about this morning.
She presses her forehead to mine. “I want you.”
I grab the hem of the T-shirt and tug it over her head. My mouth is wrapped around her hardened nipple before the top hits the floor. Closing my eyes, I drown in the taste and scent of her skin. I’m already so turned on.
Groaning, she winds her fingers into my hair. “Don’t tease.”
The desperation in her voice and her frantic hands tugging at my hair is making it impossible to slow this down. I want to tease. I want to feel and taste her for hours before she begs me to slide inside her.
“Reid,” she whispers breathlessly.
My stomach flips. Fuck waiting.
I stand, and my teeth clench together at the loss of her breast. Mila’s hands fall to her sides, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. I hold my hand out and she takes it without a word. Her lips curl, and I know she’s remembering the first time we did this, too.
“Are you taking me to bed?” she asks.
Pulling her closer, I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her up. Her legs wind around my waist, and she smiles.
“Yeah, I’m taking you to bed.”
Her lips touch mine, and we only make it as far as the hallway before I’m inside her.