Page 143 of A Lick and A Promise
Therefore, Jacques did a lot sniffing, a lot of marking, a lot of tongue wagging and trotting, then we went back up the stairs, where he got breakfast.
When I returned to the bedroom, dawn was only just streaking the sky, and my guy was up, shoulders to the short headboard, drowsy-sexy eyes aimed at me.
My bed was all creamy, chunky throw at the end (even if this was unnecessary except for a couple of months, since we lived in Phoenix) and white comforter with a frayed edge design through it.
Around the room there were baskets, candles, wood, a squat ivory boucle headboard, over which was a shelf with some art resting on it, wood candlesticks, and to zhuzh it up, bone-colored vases filled with wispy feathers.
There were also crochet-covered toss pillows (currently on the floor), mirrors, a stubby floor plant in a slouchy wicker basket, with a wooden bench not as wide as the bed at its foot, and a wooden ladder with some fun fairy lights leaning against a wall.
The color palette ranged from white to taupe with only the green plant breaking it up.
It was boho. Serene. Inviting. Pretty. Comfortable.
And with that man in my bed, the most perfect room I ever saw.
I flicked off my Tom’s, pulled off my joggers and reentered the bed to take my favorite seat.
I swung astride my guy.
He put a hand to my thigh.
I put my hands to his sling and unbuckled it myself.
He growled.
Mm.
The best “good morning” evah.
I dipped in to kiss his throat as I carefully tugged the sling off.
Both his hands came to me, and I lost my favorite seat to be put in my favorite position: on my back with Knox on top of me.
We were of like minds that morning, I knew, when his kiss was gentle, but his hands were greedy.
Friday, and all day yesterday, it was about catching up, settling in, taking, giving, sharing, and heated, almost desperate connection any way we could get it.
This was something entirely different.
It was languid. Unhurried.
Knox was going to pack heavy and move in for a spell.
Before my meet with the girls, we were going to do something ridiculously domestic: meal plan.
After my meet with the girls, we were going grocery shopping together.
We’d make dinner that night, again together.
We’d go to bed together.
We’d wake up the same way.
This was us.
We had time to touch. Taste. Take off our undies, my tee.
It was all so lazy, almost relaxing, that when Knox cupped my breast at the underside, lifted it, and sucked hard at my nipple, a shocking zap of electricity shot through the whole of my pleasantly strumming body.
