Deeper Healing

33| My Man

Leilani Edwards

I slowly peeled my heavy eyes open, trying to process in my fuzzy mind why I felt this extraordinarily warm and comfortable. I stirred my head a little, feeling my forehead rub warmly into something hard yet soft and pillow-like at the same time and for some reason with a musky scent.

Wait, was I still dreaming?

I tried to move my leg only to feel it tangled with what felt like someone else's who probably owned the warm body that mine was pressed into right now.

I lifted my head a little, squinting my eyes to look up at whoever had me pulled so securely in their chest while I slept like a baby, their hand wrapped around my waist.

My eyes were welcomed by a soft smile and piercing blue eyes that spread a rush of warmth into my chest. "Good morning, Leila," he hummed in a husky voice.

Oh, fuck me. That deep morning voice made my insides fold and the heat swarming my cheeks felt too embarrassing to be comprehended. I just blinked, staring at him with slightly parted lips that were slowly curving into a wide smile.

I felt his knuckles run down my face as he brushed my hair off my face and tucked the tangled strands behind my ear. "How was your night?" he spoke again, but my focus wasn't on the question he'd asked.

That hand. It all suddenly came crashing back like waves in the ocean. That veiny hand was between my legs last night, evoking sensations I never thought I'd get to feel in my entire life. That hand rubbing my face right now aided in taking me to paradise last night before I came back crashing to earth with an explosive gush.

His widening smile told me he knew what I was thinking of. With a soft chuckle, I pressed my head back into his chest, covering my face from his intense gaze.

How do you look in the eyes of the man who just made you squirt hard for the first time in your life, something you never knew you were capable of doing since you started exploring your body?

"Don't hide yourself from me," he murmured, moving his hand to my spine to rub along it. "You were fucking perfect last night and I'd do it over and over again to take you to that peak."

I felt my lips involuntarily widen into a smile against his skin as I began doodling light circles on his chest. "You know, you were the first man to make me squirt and it was fucking awesome," I admitted, mustering the courage to look up at him again.

He pecked me on the tip of my nose. "Maybe it's a sign."

That we're fucking soul mates, I was tempted to say, but I knew better than to jinx our affair so prematurely. I'd said the same with Bryce and that had only landed me in a muddy ditch the very same night.

"That we should have met earlier in our lives before encountering a hundred low lives?" I suggested, brushing the pad of my thumb against his bottom lip. "Fuck, yeah."

His chest vibrated a little when he chuckled, hooking his hand around my waist and pulling me even closer to him. He leaned his face into mine, the soft smile touching his lips not fading an inch. 

This felt like a fairy tale where he was my prince charming out of the book. How could he still be so into me even after knowing about half of my baggage I knew his too but still felt compelled by his entire existence?

That was a mystery, but what wasn't was how he was close to kissing me in a way I anticipated to be hard and breath-taking when my mouth tasted a bit like shit even though I'd brushed my teeth the previous night.

With a light giggle, I pressed my hand hard into his chest, pushing him away from me. "Morning breath is a bitch."

"I don't mind as long as I'm tasting you and I know you don't have one that shitty," he persisted, leaning back into me.