Until I Find You Again // Book One

Chapter 13

I was never a morning person. Waking up was more of a chore than anything. I was always one of those people who looked at happy, chipper, excited people in the morning like they were aliens. But oh, how times change. Waking up for me now was arguably the best part of my day. Mostly because waking up in the morning now meant feeling his arms around me, locking me tight into his chest. It meant the sensation of his breath passing across my shoulders as he breathed, feeling completely content and relaxed before the craziness of the day started. It meant hearing his gravelly voice calling me "Beautiful" or "Baby" or "Gorgeous" or simply telling me good morning before his lips met mine. It was one of the few times of the day where he was just for me. No children, no fans, no band mates, no one else but him and me.

Late nights in the studio had kept him away almost every night this week. He was working so hard. I would barely awake from my own slumber when I would hear him come into our room. I would only just feel him slide under the sheets next to me before I would fall asleep again.

I stayed motionless. I didn't want to wake him up. But when I felt his arms tighten a bit, I knew he was already awake. I turned my head into his. He cuddled against me as he stretched,

"G'morning." He whispered.

"Hi." He pulled his head up off the pillow and placed a soft kiss on my lips before laying back down. I ran my fingertips up and down his arm,

"Studio today?"

He took in a deep breath and nodded,

"Yeah."

"When do you have to be there?"

"Couple hours." He mumbled, still half asleep. I cuddled into him and closed my eyes,

"Go back to sleep." I whispered.

"Don't leave...." He said, his words slurred before sleep overtook him again.

I wasn't about to go anywhere.

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Niall was supposed to take Lucy tonight so we could be alone. The thought of having an entire night alone with him sent butterflies loose in my tummy.

We needed this. The teasing war had gotten more and more heightened as the week went by. Yesterday morning had been particularly intense.

After feeling his hand slide up my thigh, I turned over and cuddled into his chest. I thought for sure that meant he'd let out a deep sigh, tighten his arms around me, pull me into his body and fall back to sleep. But he had other ideas.

His hand glided down the back of my thigh. When he reached my knee, he hitched my leg up over his hip. I could feel his bulge against my center but I kept my eyes closed. He was handsy in the morning, this was nothing new.

His hand traveled along my waist before dipping into my panties and squeezing my ass. I felt his mouth near my ear,

"Emily...." He said in a sing song voice, "Wake up...." I groaned and shook my head, cuddling into him closer. He hissed a bit when his cock rubbed up against me again, "Baby..." He breathed before his lips came down on my neck. I jolted and huffed out a breath,

"Sleep...." I whispered. He shook his head,

"You expect me to sleep when you're half undressed in my arms? You overestimate my self-control."

I felt his fingers slide along the waistband of my panties and then dip down into the front. My eyes popped open when he pressed the pad of his forefinger down on my clit. He hummed in my ear, a deep, raspy moan that set my entire core on fire.