I move to the bathroom, wasting no time as I clean myself off, then grab a washcloth, placing it under the warm tap so I can clean her too.
Another first.
When I reach her, she’s moved deeper into the bed, resting her head on a pillow as she softly snores. She doesn’t budge when I wipe the damp cloth between her legs, taking care to clean her well but with tenderness.
Before I climb in next to her, I grab a towel and place it where she soaked my sheets.
And as I curl myself next to her, not once do I consider waking her for more because all I really need is this. Her in my bed. By my side.
I don’t believe in fate. Timing like this should be a fucking joke.
But lying next to her, wanting more—craving everything—something clicks.
I’m falling.
Too hard.
Too fast.
And for someone like me?
Nothing could be more dangerous.
Poppy
Calloused tenderness rolls over my spine, up and down, over and over. The steady thrum of a heart beats against my ear. A deep warmth, the feeling of being wanted and cherished, blossoms in my chest, making my nose burn with emotion. I wish it were real.
“Fuck, where did you come from?” a rough voice rumbles. My brows furrow with a need to ask what he means, but I can’t speak or move. “I should’ve turned in the opposite direction when we kept bumping into each other, but I couldn’t. It was physically impossible, like some force kept pulling me toward you.” His cheek presses against my head as a heavy regret lifts his chest and whispers against my hair. “It’s too soon. Too much, too fast, but I’m falling, Halfpint.” His lips press into my hair, and it feels like an apology, making my heart beat double-time. “I’m falling hard, and the last thing you need in your life is someone with mommy and daddy issues, running from his past and his problems, and an addict on top of it. It’s dangerous, baby, because you’re my new addiction. The thing I will do anything to have. Even if it means you burn, too.”
Even though it’s just a dream, I want to soothe the hauntedness I hear. The regret I don’t understand.
And I wish I knew why I was dreaming this at all.
***
My face presses into a pillow that is far too fluffy to be mine. Vanilla, oak, and fabric softener assault my senses, making my lips tip in a smile as a delicious soreness in all the places reminds me of the glorious fun we had last night. I revel in the memories, replaying every touch, every tease, and climax.
Jagger didn’t fill the space with wasted words. I expected a dirty talker, but he showed how filthy he was with actions instead. He played my body like it was an instrument built for him. Plucked and pulled every string to bring the most exquisite pain and agonizing pleasure.
Between the multiple orgasms at the club and then the endless edging here, I was left boneless and exhausted. I couldn’t have gone another round if I wanted to.
But now that I’m awake, rested, and refreshed, desire trickles between my thighs once again. Deep-seated need twists my belly and makes my clit throb.
I turn my head, facing the cause of my insatiable need, finding him sleeping soundly next to me with an arm thrown over his face. He looks content, almost serene, and so different from the last time I woke in his bed when his face was twisted in horrified agony.
My attention is drawn down his bare torso, reveling at his glorious abs, following the line over that delicious V that dips beneath the sheet. Saliva fills my mouth as I let my eyes drift over his hardened length, hidden by the silky sheet.
The thought of him in my mouth makes the throbbing between my legs intensify. Images of him hitting the back of my throat, gagging around him as he explodes in my mouth, emboldens me. Most of my hookups over the last few years seldom resulted in sleepovers. My arrangements were far simpler. We did our thing, then went our separate ways. But I do remember my last boyfriend enjoyed waking up with his cock in my mouth.
Carefully, I slide the sheet off his lower body, uncovering his impressive cock. I drop my mouth and run my tongue over the thick underside. It jerks against my touch, encouraging me to continue, so I move higher, swiping over the tip, then taking it in my mouth.
I waste no time taking him to the back of my throat, smiling when I feel him twitch in my mouth. He moans softly, his fingers threading in my hair. I keep going, taking the gesture as a sign of approval, when I’m jerked away with so much force,it shocks me. Maybe even scares me a bit.
The fear increases when I see his formidable form standing next to the bed. His posture is tense and poised, ready to attack. Green eyes swirl with pure fury. The demons I never saw last night are now on full display. “What the fuck were you doing?”
For the first time in my life, I shrink in on myself. Heat races up my chest to my cheeks. My nose and eyes burn with the threat of tears. Anxiety, embarrassment, and fear all fight for space in my head as I fight back the humiliation before it can fall down my cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry. I just thought it would be fun—”
