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“Come here, husband,” he says teasingly and points to the spot right between his legs.
I let the blanket fall from my shoulders and move toward him, settling my head right against his chest, my leg curled around his. With my free hand, I pull the covers over the two of us and let my eyelids flutter shut as he runs his fingers through my hair.
I don’t deserve this, and yet he thinks I do.
That alone makes my entire body relax.
And after a few minutes of listening to the beat of his heart, I’m asleep.
Chapter Nine
Coop
Iwake up to the feel of Matthew nearly suffocating me. His large body pressed against mine, his morning wood tucked up against my cock.
It’s pure torture, especially after last night. Knowing he was turned on by me and got off to the thought of us together has only made this little crush I have on my husband worse.
I’m not going to make it out of this with my heart intact. It’s a fact now.
The rain is still coming down relatively steady, and I close my eyes listening to it. I have to pee, but I don’t want to move. Not when Matthew is wrapped around me like a cozy blanket.
This guy. I swear. He’s going to be the death of me.
He shifts against me, and I bite back a small moan. My dick isn’t hard just because of morning wood, like I’m sure his is. No, it’s hard because Matthew is so fucking hot and is scrambling my brain.
I can’t fucking cope.
“Mm, so cold,” he murmurs as he wiggles against me.
I reach out and pull the blankets up around his neck, so just his face is poking out.
“Better?” I ask, and he nods his head, his nose brushing against my neck. He has to feel how hard my pulse is pounding beneath my skin. If he does, he stays silent, just continuing to squirm against me. A brutal form of torture.
“Love the rain,” he says, his voice rough from sleep. “Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
“We can do that,” I tell him, and he sighs. “Sounds amazing to me. But don’t you have work?”
I run my hands through his hair, a habit that is becoming somewhat of an addiction for me. Love how he arches into it, and murmurs sweet little comments and lets out puffs of satisfied breaths.
He loves touch so much.
And I love giving it to him.
“Ugh, yes. I do. I don’t wanna go.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
He sighs and squirms against me some more. My hands slide against his back and into his hair.
“Maybe when you’re done with work we can go to the beach and see what kind of seashells we can find.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “That would be nice.”
“Maybe have dinner on the pier.”
“Mm,” he says as he arches his hips against mine. “Sounds perfect.”
I let out a small whimper at the sensation of him moving against me. This really needs to stop, and yet I’d never tell him to. I love it too much.
