Not Just a Mirage

Chapter 13

Smut warning ahead...

The morning light that flickered through the windows was brighter than usual—the early glow reflecting off the snow that had fallen late last night. Outside, a flock of birds were chirping and under normal circumstances, Lindsey would've found this incredibly annoying. But today? Today it made him felt like he was waking up in a romance movie. Of course, that was mostly due to the woman whose tiny frame was currently nuzzled up against him under the covers. 

He'd been awake for quite some time now, watching her sleep peacefully and basking in the quiet. They'd spent the night before making love in every position across every surface of her bedroom, the high of rediscovering each other's bodies again completely addictive. It had been 24 hours of private bliss since everyone left for Paris, and he tried not to think about their impending return tonight. 

A smile reached his lips as he felt Stevie's hips push back into him softly, the arch of her body against his unmistakable. Soft humming sounds stirred from her lips, indicating she was finally waking up. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he whispered as his lips trailed the center of her naked back, her skin warm underneath his touch. 

"Mmmm," she groaned groggily, never one for morning conversations. 

"You're not allowed to wake up grumpy today after last night."

Eyes still closed, a small grin reached her face as she felt the welcomed pain coming from between her legs after their night. Passion was something they never lacked, and last night was proof of that once again. 

"I won't be able to walk today," she whispered. 

He bit at her shoulder playfully, his face nuzzling up the side of her neck, "No walking necessary, you can stay in this bed with me all day."

She giggled, "Lindsey, Jesus, you're insatiable."

"I won't deny that," he smirked, his lips latching onto the nape of her neck, "I need to have you all day long before they all get back and ruin everything."

"There's no rule that says you can't sneak in here at night still..."

"Yeah, but then you can't moan and scream as loud," he growled, finally seizing her lips from behind as his body wrapped tighter around hers. 

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"God, very very much."

Reaching around her body, his hands wrapped around her breasts from behind–the feeling of her nipples instantly hardening as his thumbs brushed lightly across them. A groan filled the back of his throat as he felt her backside arch further into him, her round ass purposely dragging against his bare skin. She giggled as she felt his body respond to her hungrily, her head now reaching back to lay against his bare chest. 

"Baby," she sighed, "Can we have breakfast in bed first?"

"Huh?" he stuttered, his voice breathy as his body surrendered to hers. 

"I'm starving," she whined, though despite her pleas, she still ground up lightly against him. 

"For actual food?"

She giggled, "Yes, Lindsey. Actual food."

"Okay," he sighed, kissing her again. 

She went to sit up, but his arms pulled her back down against him again. "Lindsssss. Just some coffee and croissants."

"Ok, ok, fine, but you stay here. I'll go get it for us, you're naked and I need you to stay that way."

She giggled, watching him with adoration as he finally stood up from the bed, white sheets still tangled around his hips. She studied his muscles as he reached for a robe on the chair, throwing it over his naked body to go downstairs for breakfast. He was so handsome like this. He always had been.