Creature (CENTURIES series: Book #7)

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Waking up the next morning from a comatose slumber, I felt a warmth pressed against my front and found my hands gracing a soft, but stone-like wall. Heat and gentle breaths came from the wall, and that's when I realized what that wall was.

Flipping my eyes open, I choked on my breath as I looked up and found Charlie's sleeping face right next to me. His blond hair was matted but rumpled on top of his head, giving him the ultimate, most sexy morning look I'd ever seen. Gorgeous black lashes rested against his cheekbones and unshaven, blond stubble kissed his jawline.

Sweet baby Jesus, I could get used to waking up like this.

What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn't and couldn't get used to this.

The recollection of what had happened yesterday flashed through my mind. With a small clench in my heart, I therefore slipped out from under the heavy arm I found still limply slumped over my waist, and then wrapped his top covers around my lower naked body. I then carefully tiptoed out of his room, leaving the door ajar instead of closing it which could wake him, and then slipped into my own room, heading straight for the bathroom.

I found myself in my reflection and couldn't help but simply pause and stare. Green eyes looked back at me, impossible hair mocked me. With a sigh, I looked away, trying not to think about how it ended up like that. Instead I went for my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth.

I spent two whole minutes trying to scrub the taste of his lips off mine, but no matter what, it stayed. Frustratedly, I therefore moved on to trying to tame my hair, tying it up into a lazy bun so I could wash my face. I would need a whole shower, but my face had old makeup all over it, sweated out by last night's events.

Stop thinking about it.

Splashing my face with ice cold water, I rubbed and scrubbed until I felt like I'd gotten all the dirt and sebum away. I blindly reached for my towel and dried my skin off, catching any remaining products that lingered. I emerged from my towel and then had to hold back a startled gasp as I found Charlie standing behind me in the mirror, watching me. "Charlie!"

"You were gone when I woke up," He raspily said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against his bare torso. My body tightened everywhere as he lowered his head to my neck and pressed his lips against it. "I didn't like that."

"I'm sorry," I breathily whispered when he began peppering small kisses up and down my shoulder, to the sensitive spot behind my ear where I heard him rumble tiredly, sleep still tainting his voice. "I thought it would be best if I wasn't there when you woke up..."

"Why?"

"Because..."

Charlie turned me around in his arms and I complied submissively, already melting in his touch as I felt his hand cup the back of my head, pulling me closer until our lips were millimeters apart. My eyes fluttered shut as he then descended on them, claiming them in a deep and thorough morning kiss.

I really shouldn't, but I couldn't resist.

I moaned and kissed him back, flattened my palms against his chest, gliding them up and around his neck as his tongue dipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. He worked slowly, his other hand brushing from my hip to the small of my back, down to my rear, then up again. He pressed me forward to let me feel his steely length prod my stomach, making me shudder and let out a small mewl.

It wasn't fair he was naturally this good. He knew how to kiss without practice, he knew how to seduce without even trying. He said the right things and made the right sounds, and the best part was, he wasn't even aware of it. He relied purely on instinct and whatever he wanted to do and say. He didn't have a filter yet, so if he thought it, that meant I'd hear it. Case in point...