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We stayed up all night.
And we weren’t playing cards. Not unless cards was a new code word for sex, and the game was to see how many times we could actually participate in said activities until I died of dehydration and/or jumped into Elliot Bay.
At around seven in the morning the next day, I went to make a cup of coffee for Kiersten. At some point in the middle of the night her hair had become possessed with a rat and was now wrapped around her head like a really scary looking towel after Chewbacca had used it.
Once the coffee was brewed, I brought a mug to bed and watched her sleep. Rays morning sun peeked through the window. How had I been so blessed? To be gifted with not only life but with her? A year ago I should have died—instead I had a wife. I had Kiersten. I didn’t want this moment to end, this morning. I wanted a thousand of them, a million, as many as my body could handle, that’s how many I wanted. Sighing with contentment, I pulled up the blinds letting sunlight stream into the room.
“Why?” Kiersten grumbled from her bed. It was a true miracle her hair hadn’t strangled her in her sleep. Her lips pressed together like she was trying not to smile.
“Why, what?” I set her mug on the bedside table.
“Why is there sun?”
Chuckling, I took a sip of coffee. “Oh you know, just this little thing called living…we need the sun in order to do it.”
“You,” Kiersten whispered. “I just need you.” She pushed the mop of hair out of her face and rose from the bed, the sheet pooling at her hips. Without looking down, she grabbed her coffee and started drinking.
I, however, was still staring at her naked body.
Yeah, we’d been up all night, but I was ready to be up all morning too.
“So…” Kiersten continued talking as if she wasn’t naked.
As if I had self control—which I totally didn’t, not after I knew how good we were together. Not after the bathroom incident, where I’m pretty sure I made up new uses for soap, towels, and full length mirrors.
“What are doing today?”
“Damn it.” Her br**sts rose with each breath. How were they so pretty? Perky? The perfect size for my hands?
“We’re cursing today?” Her brow furrowed.
“No.” I shook my head, my throat was so damn dry you’d think I’d spent last night in the middle of the Sahara desert. “We’re going to um…”
Kiersten leaned down and set her coffee back on the table.
Her br**sts brushed my arm.
I clenched my teeth.
Gentle, Wes, be gentle.
Groaning, I pinched the bridge of my nose just as Kiersten peeked through her hair and gave me a coy look.
“Tease!” I yelled, setting my coffee next to hers. “Do you even, realize… and then words…not coming…but needing gentleness.”
Kiersten burst out laughing. “Complete sentences.”
Damn it!
“How do you know these things?” I shuddered as her hands gripped my ass hard, and then dipped into my boxers. Yeah, right there, shit…”I thought I was the teacher?”
Kiersten squeezed and giggled. “Lisa talked with me.”
“Good because if it was Gabe talking to you about how to please me in bed I would have him by the balls, then again, I’d also be concerned he’d be into it since he’d know…you know what?” I cursed as Kiersten moved her hand. “Let’s not talk.”
Kiersten grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me hard on the mouth then bit my lower lip, followed with smaller bites down my neck, when her tongue touched my nipple I almost fell backwards on my ass.
With a roar, I pounced onto the bed, threw off my boxers and t-shirt, and trapped her beneath my body. She was on her stomach laughing her ass off. And I was trying to think of ways I could both punish and please her at the same time.
My body…chose please.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear as my hands moved to her hips lifting her at the angle I needed.
“What are you do—” Kiersten sighed happily.
“Oh…” I chuckled and eased into her, immensely grateful that apparently Lisa hadn’t told her everything. “The things I’ll teach you.”
“Yes, please.” She moved against me.
With clenched teeth, I let out a hoarse cry. “Say please again, I really liked hearing that word from your lips.”
“No.” She gripped the pillow in front of her and panted. “Not a chance.”
I pulled out of her. The emptiness was damn near devastating.
“But Wes—”
With a chuckle, I plunged into her and pulled her body tight against me. “Not really in a position to argue, are you sweetheart?”
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please…Wes?”
“That’s my girl.” Every angle felt different, every movement was pure torture and pleasure all wrapped up into one.
She never finished her coffee.
I never even made breakfast.
That was how we spent our morning.
We missed our flight to the Bahamas.
But I didn’t care. There were always flights. But moments? Moments with a girl like that? I knew they were one in a million and I was on a mission to capture them all. Each. And every. One.
Chapter Fourteen
The thing about memories? They store in your brain. You can go a lifetime thinking you’re totally fine and then boom, something triggers said memory and all of a sudden you’re in the fetal position. My memory had always been really good—something I hated about myself because right now, I really, really wanted to have amnesia. —Lisa