He was not asleep.
And God, I loved his voice in the morning.
Or any time, really.
I turned in the curve of his arm and he straightened his legs for me so I could press in, front to front.
I tipped my head back and looked at his face.
He was awake but the life he’d lived that he normally wore on his face was still smoothed out. There was a tranquility there I wished I could give him so he had that look throughout the day. So he felt that serenity every second he was awake.
An impossibility.
I still wished I had it in me to give him that every breath he would take, even when he was awake.
“You doin’ okay this mornin’, Jussy?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, tangling my legs in his, pushing closer. “Thanks for last night, Deke.”
He dropped his head and I felt him run the tip of his nose along mine, from the bridge between my eyes all the way to the end.
I closed my eyes at the marvel of how this big, rough man could give so much with a simple touch, and when he pulled back, I dipped in and pressed my face into his throat.
“You wanna get up, shower, go someplace and find breakfast?” he asked the top of my head.
He was still being cool with me. Giving me the affection I needed after my emotion last night. Not doing what I suspected he wanted to do on a morning when we had time, no work to get to, nothing.
I drew in breath and slid my hand over his waist, to his back, up his spine as I touched my lips to the base of his throat.
Once I’d done this, I answered, “Later.”
He got me and I knew this when his hand moved too, under my cami and down, so just his fingertips were inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
“Watcha want now, baby?” he murmured.
I pressed my breasts to his chest and slid my lips up his throat.
In response, his hand glided fully into my pajama bottoms.
“Anniversary fuck,” he mumbled.
I tipped my head back and caught his eyes. “Sorry?”
“Last night, Jussy,” he started, “we’re a week old.”
He was keeping track.
That was sweet.
But I thought back, my attention turning vague, as I said, “Seems longer.”
I lost the vague when Deke replied, “Figure we can celebrate a lot of different anniversaries. Wyoming. You walkin’ into Bubba’s. Me walkin’ into your house. First night we slept in the same bed.”
I felt my lips curve. “That’s a wide variety of anniversary fucks.”
He rolled into me, his eyes dropping to my mouth, his lips muttering, “Absolutely.”
Feeling his gaze on my mouth, I was done talking.
So I lifted my head and kissed him.
It was a soft, warm morning kiss.
Until Deke slanted his head and it was no longer that but instead a deep, wet, start-of-foreplay kiss.
When he ended it, his mouth went to my neck.
My hands drifted all over.
His hands didn’t drift. They shifted up into my cami, then he arched away from me and my cami was gone.
I decided to let my hands get busy too, so I pushed them into his shorts. His mouth now at my throat, he angled his hips away so I could pull them over his ass and push them down. Deke lifted a knee, catching them with a foot and shoving them all the way off.
His hands then went back, both of them, in my bottoms and this time my panties. They spread to the sides and down, grazing over my hips. He rolled his legs to the side so I could windmill them off and they were gone.
Naked.
One of the top things on my list of how I liked to be with Deke.
He slid his mouth from my throat, down to my chest, between my breasts, to my midriff where he kissed me then lifted up, hovering there.
I looked down at him to see his gaze on me, his hazel eyes firing, the smooth of sleep still there but mingling with the dark of hunger.
A good look on Deke.
Though, for me, every look was good on Deke.
“Be back,” he whispered, and I watched him bend again to me, touching his mouth to my belly before he rolled off me and the bed.
I turned to my side, cheek to the pillow, arm under me curled, the other arm straight out. I hitched a knee and watched Deke go to his bag. He pawed through it and I pressed my lips together as my clit contracted when I saw he had a blue bandana in his hand.
He hadn’t tied me since that one time with my scarf.
I was getting the feeling anniversary sex was going to rock.
But I had no idea.
No idea it wasn’t going to rock.
It was going to change my world.
He climbed back into bed, crawling into it on hands and knees, his eyes locked to mine, his movements predatory, and I swallowed, my fingers reflexively clenching into the sheets, heady prickles radiating from clit, through cunt, over my ass and up my spine.
When he reached me, he yanked the covers totally off me and hooked my waist with an arm. He pulled me up, coming up himself, so we were both on our knees, facing each other.