Well…the sex had definitely been on the list of things I’d like to do, but the whole emotional dump thing.
“Stop it,” Archie said as he slid back into the bed and rolled next to me lie sideways, head propped against his hand. “You’re worrying. No more worrying while we’re naked.”
I chuckled. “Is that going to be rule number three?”
“Nope. Rule number nine or maybe ten. Still, valid.” He settled a hand against one of my breasts. “Naked worrying is forbidden.”
“Okay.” I could try that. “Thank you for coming tonight.”
“Oh, babe, I’ll come every time I’m with you.” He waggled his brows at me, and I laughed.
“Oh my god, that was so cheesy.”
I don’t know when we finally fell asleep, but the laughter helped. The cuddling helped. Curling up against him with the cats finally venturing back after they’d fled our sexual athletics helped.
Waking up to his erection snuggled against my ass and his kisses on my throat as he massaged my breasts was pretty damn nice, too. We were spent and panting when the first text messages started hitting, and Archie gave a little hip thrust as I continued to flutter around him.
“I don’t want to move,” he complained.
When I would have stretched for my phone, he pulled me back and buried his face against my hair.
“I don’t want you to move either.”
Laughing, I flexed my ass against him, and he groaned again.
“Give me twenty minutes, and we can repeat both of your favorite parts again.”
That did it, I descended into giggles all over again. Despite his grunt of protest, the pressure of his smile against my skin made me grin wider. Eventually, I rolled over to get the phone, and it was Coop.
Coop:Knock knock, sleeping beauty. Kick Arch out of bed and come let me in so I can have my good morning kiss.
Coop:Better idea. Send Arch to let me in, and I’ll meet you in bed for my good morning kiss.
Coop:Wake up!!!! It’s my birthday!!
Archie glanced at the message,then at me. “Stay here.” Then he was off the bed, snagging his boxers as he went. A minute later, the front door opened, and I heard Coop’s whoop.
A minute later, he leaned around the bedroom door, one hand over his eyes. “Is it safe?”
“It’s your birthday, and I guess a kiss in my birthday suit is as good a plan as any.”
Fingers parting, he peeked at me and then laughed. “You’re still under the covers.”
Setting my phone down, I grinned. My body was still humming from Archie, but at the flash of hunger in Coop’s eyes, the tension settled like a knot in my belly.
“Showering,” Archie called. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” The bathroom door thumped closed.
Coop stared at me until I held out a hand. “C’mere, birthday boy.”
He crossed the room like a shot, and it was like we were kids again, only very much not as he bounced onto the bed once before rolling right on top of me. I barely had a chance to open my mouth before he was kissing me.
It was like every other good morning kiss, if they’d been dialed up to Texas scorcher in July. I forgot how to breathe as he deepened the kiss. When his hands skated over my breasts, I groaned, and then he was kissing a path down my throat, and when he sucked one nipple against his teeth, I let out a little cry.
Lifting his head, he grinned at me. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“I have bed head.” Worse. I had sexed up bed head.
“I don’t care,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful. Your lips are swollen…” He drew his finger over my lower lip. “Your breasts are really gorgeous, even your nipples look redder and swollen.” I bit back a groan as he sucked against the other one. “Archie take good care of you?”