She cried out, her insides flexing as her hips jerked, and he made to pull away so he could heal her. But before he could free himself, or even murmur an apology, she arched and forced him deeper. A shaky breath lodged in his throat, nearly choking him as his arm flew to her torso, and her wrist slipped from his other hand with ease. She reached behind her, clutching his jaw as she tilted her head back. Then she held his cheek to hers while moving against him in a way that can’t be learned, not by time nor experience. Only instinct driven by pleasure moved like that.
“Damn,” he mumbled, trying to maintain his sanity, but he hadn’t expected such a carnal reaction. She’d yanked away his control in more ways than one, leaving surrender his only option.
His twitchy fingers came to a rest on her collarbone, and his forearm kept her close as her lungs and hips quickened, spurred by an oncoming wave of pleasure.
He sharply inhaled, and her palm slid from his jaw, her rapid breathing in sync with her flexing core. Her breast cuddled his arm as she found his hand. Then she locked their fingers together and squeezed. His chest deflated as he firmly pulled her closer, and she used magic to keep it that way as she arched and undulated, welcoming deepened thrust with pulsing insides.
Her head rolled, gliding moist and parted lips across his cheek, and as her breathy exclamation floated over his jaw, intense tingles erupted, making him feel as light as air as they pushed him over the edge. His chest rumbled as he buried his face in her hair, drowning his senses in her heavenly bouquet. Then a rush of relief launched him into a fit of spasms.
Several sensational minutes passed before their muscles melted into sated mush, and they both sighed as fulfillment replaced urgency.
He remained submersed in curls, and after a deep breath, he mumbled into them. “You're amazing.”
She wiggled, moving her neck closer to his lips. “You're the perfect alarm clock.”
He laughed, and shivers shot through their bodies.
“What could I do?” he breathed. “You looked stunning sleeping in my arms, so beautiful and bright. When my naked angel tempts me, I bite.”
“Tell you what, feel free to wake me up anytime, because apparently temptation is the root of all that's wonderful.”
He laughed again, and it included a combined twitch. “You're heavenly,” he whispered, blindly finding her cheek, “in so many ways.”
“I can't believe it's like this,” she replied, turning her lips into his palm. “Each time it gets better, which is crazy, because the first time was insane. I mean, how are we ever going to get anything done?”
He laughed yet again, a little harder this time, and tingles shot through their bloodstreams, turning his laugh into a groan that muffled into her neck.
“See?” She'd won her debate. “Productivity has become impossible.”
“I'm okay with that.”
“We're going to have to be. We're pathetic when it comes to controlling ourselves, and neither of us wants to change. We'll just have to surrender and live the rest of our lives like this.”
“I'm okay with that.”
She kissed and nuzzled his palm. “Me, too, but I think we should figure out a safe way to drink coffee. We don't want to burn ourselves.”
He hugged her tightly and took a deep breath. Then he removed himself from her hair and body.
“No,” she protested, quickly rolling over. “Don't go. I don't want coffee. I want you.”
He smiled as he scooted closer. “You got me, love, forever. But we need coffee if we're going to keep up this regimen.” He brushed her hair from her face as he glanced at her aura. Then he found her shiny, emerald eyes. “It's also one in the afternoon, and I need to call your grandparents to check in.”
“Oh.”
As she processed the comment, her brow wrinkled over her cute nose, so he reached up and smoothed it. “What's on your mind, Layla?”
“Are you going to tell them we bonded?”
“Not over the phone.”
“Then how will we do it?”
“Well, I guess we should have them come see for themselves. They won't believe it otherwise, and I'd rather not leave the inn until we've talked to them.”
Layla’s mouth fell open as her eyes widened. “You're going to invite them over like it's no big deal then let them walk in on this shocker?”
“I'll ask them and my parents to visit; tell them we need to talk. And yes, they'll have to just walk in and see it.”
“Oh,” she murmured, biting her lip. “You're calling them now?”
“Do you want me to wait?”
“I don't know. It's kind of scary.”
“What's got you scared, angel?”