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10. Stay in Bed with Me
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2025-08-02 13:46:13The full moon was high above us while we stayed in bed.
I was naked, in his bed, wrapped in soft sheets that still held the scent of his skin and the warmth of his body. John stood by the windows, shirtless, wearing grey pajama pants hanging low on his hips, his phone in one hand. I watched him in silence. His broad back, the defined muscles shifting with each movement. The strong shoulders. The curve of his spine down to that narrow waist. And that calm, confident walk—like he knew everything in the world, including me, already belonged to him. “Yeah, cancel everything for today,” he said on the phone, not bothering to lower his voice. “If it won’t die without me, it can wait until tomorrow.” Silence. Then, a small, knowing smile. “I’m busy,” he added, with a tone of satisfaction that made me blush even though he wasn’t looking at me. He hung up. Turned around. And caught me staring at him. He didn’t say anything. Just walked toward me with that dangerous calm, like a predator certain of its prey. He climbed into bed slowly, the sheets shifting under his weight. One hand beside my head, and then he leaned in. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, that rough, just-woken voice sending a shiver straight through me. “I slept like someone knocked me out,” I murmured, eyes fixed on his mouth. He smiled. His gaze dropped to my lips. “Don’t look at me like that, Cat. I’m not done with you yet.” “You’re not?” “No.” His hand slid down my arm, slow, reaching my waist. He touched me like he already knew every part of me. Like he was picking up exactly where we left off. “You’re addicted to control,” I told him, swallowing a sigh. “And you’re addicted to me taking it from you.” He didn’t give me time to reply. His lips brushed mine—barely. A tease. A whisper of a kiss that dragged a frustrated breath from my lungs. He pulled back just before it deepened. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look like this?” he asked. “Hair a mess, my mark on your neck, that look on your face like you want me again.” “And you?” I said, dragging my fingers down his stomach, slowly. “Do you have any idea how good you look when you pretend to be calm and you’re seconds away from devouring me?” His muscles tensed under my touch. “Yeah? You like that?” “I love it.” John pinned me beneath him in a single movement, his hands catching my wrists above my head, his chest firm against mine, his breath hot in my ear. “Tell me what else you like, Cat.” “I like your back… your arms…” I gasped. “But mostly, I like when you stop talking and kiss me like you did last night.” He laughed, low and dark. “Then don’t say I didn’t warn you.” And he kissed me. No pause. No softness. He kissed like he was starving. Like time was a luxury and I was his only need. His tongue met mine, deep, hot, demanding. His hands slid down, gripping my hips, my body arching up to meet his. And that’s how we spent the day. In bed. Tangled. Breathing each other in. Between kisses and touches, between hoarse laughs and dirty whispers, he showed me every part of himself: the man, the hunger, the one who doesn’t ask permission. His body moved like a perfect machine built for pleasure. And I, lost between sighs and moans, stopped thinking. We didn’t go out. We didn’t eat. We didn’t talk about the world outside. That day was all skin, mouth, tongue, and gasps. And him, smiling like he already knew I was completely his.
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