So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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How did you get here? You stared up at the ceiling, covers pulled up to your chin. There was quiet all around you, except the occasional vehicle passing by outside...and his breathing. You looked to your left and there he laid, half on his stomach, half on his side, facing you. His naked torso was exposed, tanned and toned and slowly rose and fell with each breath. His hair sprayed all over the pillow, a mess of chocolate curls. Curls that only hours earlier you had in your grip. My god, that hair.
You rolled over to face him, careful not to disturb him, and watched him sleep. How could someone seemingly so angelic be such a savage in bed? He surprised you. He amazed you. He sated you.
Your mind replayed the hours before: His lips everywhere. How he listened - Lower, faster, harder, you told him and he followed. His hands found all the right places and when it was your turn to take control he relented... and enjoyed it, holding on for dear life. You remembered him burying his face in your neck and you thinking, This is it, then surrendering yourself entirely until the two of you were nothing more but a collapsed heap of sweat and breath.
You pulled the covers over your mouth, smiling. You wanted to howl because you felt so good. His scent was all over you still and it drove you wild. How long had it been? Too long. You were overdue for a good lay. But now what? Here he was, beside you and that was immediately a problem. Never let a guy spend the night unless there was potential for something more, because honestly, having a guy sleep in your bed was far more intimate than actually fucking him. So there was Rule #1 broken. So how come you didn't feel so bad about that?
You glanced over at the window. The ambient light coming through your curtains had that eerie, pre-dawn glow. You checked your phone: 4:35 a.m. You were tired but wired. Every inch of your body still screamed for him. You scooted closer to him, your hand finding all sorts of fun things under the covers. He groaned sleepily.
"Good morning, Tiger," you whispered, gripping him tighter.
His lips slowly curled into a smile.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me," he said groggily.
"What? This old thing? I was only going to take it for a quick spin," you purred.
He opened his eyes and climbed on top of you.
"My turn to drive," he whispered and covered your mouth with his.
