“She said I looked good in Yankee blue, too.”
He laughs, and the sound tickles my ears. His smile is big, and his dimples are full-on showing, and I realize that there’s not much I wouldn’t do to keep this sight before me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Mallory
I stretch lazily in the bed, loving the smell of Oz wrapped around me. I’m on my back in his bed, with his head between my breasts and a leg thrown over the both of mine. I’ve gotten used to sleeping with his weight on me now, to the point that I don’t know if I could sleep without him.
Hearing a faint knock, I stop stretching to listen. After a moment, the knock comes again.
“Oz, I think someone is at the door.”
“Mmm?” he hums, burying his face farther into my cleavage.
His hips thrust forward, and his heavy length is against my thigh. My pussy automatically clenches, wanting to accommodate his insatiable need.
This time when the knock comes, it’s louder. Oz looks at the bedside table and checks the time.
“It’s nine-thirty. They can wait,” he grumbles, then stuffs his face directly back into my breasts.
I laugh and push at him but don’t move him an inch.
“Who’s here?”
“Someone who’s cock blocking,” he says, moving his big body over mine.
Without taking his face away from where he’s nuzzling, he knees my thighs apart and pushes his cock against my opening. He’s not even fully awake and he’s demanding entrance. I wrap my legs around him, opening up for what he wants, and he plunges inside me all the way to the root.
“Good morning, baby.” His words are muffled by my nipple, which he’s now sucked into his mouth.
His thick cock spreads me wide as he begins to thrust in and out. There’s another knock, but now I’ve stopped caring because he’s inside me and nothing else in the world matters when we are connected like this.
Suddenly, the landline beside the bed rings, and Oz lets out a growl. He thrusts hard into me one time before reaching out and grabbing it.
“What?” he shouts, still buried balls deep inside me.
I hear someone speaking into the phone but can’t make out what they’re saying. After a second, Oz puts his hand over my mouth and moves again. My eyes grow wide with shock that he’s fucking me while he’s on the phone. But for another, darker reason, I’m soaking wet because of it.
“I heard,” he says, licking his lips and looking down my body. I know he wants his mouth on me. He can hardly keep it off every inch of me when we’re making love.
I spread my legs wider, and my slickness coats his cock as it slides in and out of me.
There’s more talking coming from the phone, and I decide to play along with this.
I open my mouth under his hand and lick his palm. When I look into his beautiful sapphires, I see them darken, and he grips the phone tighter.
“Five minutes,” he growls into the phone and then he slams it down beside the bed.
He removes his hand and kneels, taking me with him. He growls as I sit up, and he takes hold of me, thrusting angrily into my body. The fierce look in his eyes and the aggressive possession flowing from him make me climax instantly.
I cry out into the room as he thrusts one last time, emptying his own orgasm into me. We cling together, trying to catch our breath as we both come back down from the crazy, hot sex.
“Where did that come from?” I ask, smiling against his chest. I kiss the tattoo that bears my name, and then press my cheek to it.
“There’s a team of people here to help you and Paige get ready for tonight, and I wasn’t ready to give you up yet.”
As I look up into his soft blue eyes, he gives me the sweetest kiss.
When he pulls back, I smile at him and climb off the bed. “Let me rinse off then, and you can greet our guests.”
I hear him grunt behind me, and I look over my shoulder to see him watching me walk away. He’s insatiable.
I pile my hair up and take a quick shower, not knowing what to expect today. Oz told me last night that he had Kimmi arrange for someone to come do my hair today, but this is kind of early. I guess she wanted to make sure she had enough time, because the event isn’t until six tonight.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around me and go into Oz’s closet. I plan on grabbing a button-up shirt and some of his shorts to wear while I’m getting my hair done today. I flip on the light and then stop, looking around the space.
“Miles!” I shout, not moving from where I’m standing.
After a second he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses my bare shoulder and I wave my hands around the room.
“What the hell is this?”