Everett
Iopened my eyes and realized three things. One, it was morning. Two, I’d slept on the couch. Three, I had a gorgeous woman sprawled all over me.
I was on my back, and Piper was mostly on top of me, her face pressed to my neck and her blonde hair spread everywhere. She was all warm, lush female.
My cock was as hard as steel.
I lay there, counting to ten and thinking about unclogging plumbing. Anything to find some control.
She made a cute sound and stirred. When she lifted her head and opened her blue eyes, I realized I’d never seen her like this before. Completely armor free. No makeup, sleepy, wearing only my T-shirt.
Her gaze focused on me, and I saw lots of emotions flit through her eyes. I expected her to leap up, compose herself, and get her armor back in place.
She shocked me by snuggling her face back into my neck and breathing me in.
Shit. My cock got even harder. “Not a morning person?”
“Not naturally, but I’ve trained myself to be,” she mumbled.
“Sleep okay?”
“You and your couch are surprisingly comfortable, and this is coming from a woman who loves a good mattress.”
Fuck. I didn’t need Piper Ellis to show me the humor she usually kept hidden away under lock and key. “You’re surprisingly easy to sleep under.”
She lifted her head, her gaze on mine.
Then she kissed me.
Her mouth pressed against mine and I opened my mouth. Her tongue stroked inside and I kissed her back. I slid my hands down her body, clenched my palms on her ass. The shirt I’d given her had ridden up and I felt the silk of her panties. She moaned, shifting so her thighs clamped onto my body.
She tasted like heaven and sin all rolled into one. She ground against me, the kiss going deeper, turning wilder. We groped at each other. I couldn’t get enough. She couldn’t get enough.
I sat up, and she made the sexiest little sound. My cock, covered by my jeans, pressed between her thighs. Her head fell back, and I attacked her neck. I lapped at her healing cut, raked my teeth over her racing pulse point. She rocked against me with a moan I felt in my cock.
Spinning, I laid her on the couch and covered her body with mine. Her lips parted and her cheeks were flushed. I took her mouth again, needing more of her. The taste, the feel.
Her legs clamped on mine, and she sexily rocked against my thigh. Without a doubt, I knew she’d be wet and silky between those thighs. I cupped her jaw, sliding my hand around and into that silky hair.
My thumb brushed her cut and I stilled. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip and she made a small sound of protest.
Damn, this was the hardest thing I’d ever done. “We need to stop.”
“Why?” Her voice was breathy.
I gently brushed her cut again. “Because, you had a really rough night, on the heels of a rough few days.”
“I’m not having a rough morning.” She shimmied against me.
I swallowed a groan. “And I’m not a dick. I won’t take advantage of you…no matter how much I’d like to.”
She pulled a face. “Really?”
“Really. This is part of me taking care of you.”
She pouted. “Damn.”
I pushed her hair back from her face, ran my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Not to mention I’m covering a shift at work, one of my guy’s just became a dad. It’s eight thirty already.”