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Chapter Fourteen

Syverson POV

I fell asleep. I'm not ashamed to admit I like a good nap after sex sometimes. This time Mika must have been tired too because when I woke up, she still had her head on my shoulder and her hand still in mine. My other hand was on her ass, and I resisted the temptation to give it a squeeze, I didn't want to wake her just yet.

I laid there thinking, replaying what we had done in my head, God damn she was the sweetest thing. I loved her curiosity, the way she was able to let go and do what she instinctively felt, and the trust she had in me, is it weird to say it made me proud? Maybe, but that's how I felt, it was a beautiful thing. I never felt more like a man than when she came undone in my arms, and I was able to push through all her nervousness and fear to make her comfortable enough to give up control.

I started thinking about where we would go from here. What would our relationship look like? Would we move in together soon? I'd have to move into her house, I wouldn't ask her to give up on her cottage. I reminded myself to relax, to not get ahead of myself, Mika waited years to have sex, maybe she wouldn't want me to move in with her unless we were married. It seems strange that although I know her so well, there was so much we never talked about.

Mika started stirring, I let go of her hand and started rubbing her cheek with my thumb. She smiled before she opened her eyes and snuggled into me. "You're so warm, Sy," she said. She yawned and stretched, straightening onto her back a moment before draping her arm over me again. I grinned, liking that she seemed so much more comfortable touching me now.

"Sleep well?" I asked. I started running my hand over Mika's back again, I couldn't keep my hands off her. It was like I was making up for all the times I wished I could have been with her like this.

Letting out a short moan of agreement she asked, "How long did we sleep for?"

I glanced at the clock by the bed. "Not even an hour." Mika moaned again so I asked, "Are you still tired Chicken?"

"A little, but I was hoping we had slept all night so we could go home and this whole nightmare could be over."

I knew she didn't mean what happened between us was a nightmare, but I couldn't resist teasing. "You didn't sound like you were having a nightmare an hour ago."

Mika covered hid her face under my arm and shoved me with her elbow. "You're a dick, Sy," she giggled. I liked hearing that, I liked knowing that we could still tease each other like we did before, it was part of what I liked about being with her and I'm glad it wasn't going to change.

"You wanna go home early? We could leave and make it back home before dinner."

Raising her head again, it was still flushed with embarrassment, she said, "Can we? I don't want to be here anymore."

I brought her over so she was laying on top of me. She yelped as I did, and I hummed as I ran my hand over her hips and waist. She felt nice there, and her hair covered my face briefly before she pulled it out of the way and filling my nose with that smell that seemed to evoke a Pavlovian response in me and my dick twitched.

"You owe one more night together," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

Mika giggled, and asked cheekily, "Just one?"

I raised my eyebrows and I growled, "Are you bein' sassy?" Mika bit her lip and I worried I had gone too far, but that's not what her eyes said. My cock stirred, growing harder by the second. My gaze locked on to Mika, and I didn't try to hide my feelings. It stunned me when I saw my desire reflected back. I couldn't stop the smile on my face, she wasn't trying to hide from me and making it clear she wanted me. Slowly she brought her mouth to mine, her lips brushing delicately against me. My hand turned into a fist in her hair, and I wrapped the other tight around her. We stared into each others eyes, our breaths intermingling, until Mika kissed me again, her velvety flesh coaxing mine open and her tongue licked at me.