Hired (Forbidden Lovers: Rosie Anders)

16 - Well, Then

As usual I wake before my alarm clock goes off. I pick up my phone and disconnect it from the power, opening the screen to turn off my alarm for in ten minutes time. I push the quilt back and my hand brushes over what is clearly a body part of someone else. I look down and spot an arm draped over my waist.

I know I drank some wine last night, but I didn't have that much. I try to move but the body behind me pulls me closer and eventually settles down again. I crane my neck around and shake my head for being so stupid. Of course, it's Matthew. Then, I remember the promise I made him.

And who knows, if you're lucky, maybe you'll get a special wakeup call in the morning. Why do I say things? I should just keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life.

I gently turn in his hold, quickly learning he is a very deep sleeper, and it may take some doing to wake him up. I can't help but glance down under the quilt and am not surprised to see he is currently nursing, or not nursing as the case is, a semi. Can't he ever wake up in the morning without feeling aroused at nothing? And how has he not even noticed?

I do my best to ignore it and watch him for a few seconds as he sleeps. He seems so peaceful that it doesn't sit right with me that he is lonely. But then I've never seen him when he has to sleep alone – maybe he's different then. Maybe that's why he goes to work early. If he really is lonely then maybe his body clock is set differently when he's aware he has gone to bed alone and will wake up alone. Yesterday was different of course. Although nothing happened between us, he had someone by his side when he slept and will when he wakes up.

I move closer to him and trail a finger down his face. "Matthew." I whisper his name, knowing he wouldn't respond and flatten my palm as it reaches his chest. I lean into his ear and whisper again. "Matthew." My lips collide with the skin just under his ear and thus begin a trail of kisses down the side of his neck, across his chest and stomach and back up to his face, where I finally settle on his lips and push him onto his back to straddle him. When he starts to kiss back, but doesn't appear fully awake, I grind against him and fake a loud moan into his mouth.

His hands grip my lower back and slide round to my waist as he finally takes control of our kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. This time, the moan emanating from me is real.

My hands run down his chest and he grips my hips tighter. "Matthew." I whisper in ecstasy this time breaking our kiss and he opens his eyes to finally look up at me. "Well, good morning." I smile and try to roll of him, but he doesn't let me go anywhere.

          "It's only polite to finish what you started."

          "Mouth or hand?" I slide my left hand down his torso.

          "I had something else in mind." He flips us over and presses all his weight into me crushing me between him and the mattress as he kisses me again, using the time to remove our clothing.

There is no mistaking how he is feeling right now, I can tell you that for sure. See, Kacey, I can pick up the signs. Granted this is a very obvious situation, but still. I'm not completely oblivious to others around me.

As he breaks the kiss, he nudges my legs apart and I don't know if I can handle what is going to happen, especially when he is supposed to be the only one getting pleasure out of this. How am I going to go to work knowing how depraved I've been?

His lips meet mine again as he finally pushes himself inside me and I instantly buck my hips up against him. Damn I am sensitive this morning.

"Matthew." I whisper his own name on his lips as he takes it slow and this time enters me fully each time he slides back in, giving me some much-needed attention. "Matthew."