Love Grows in Alaska (The Washington Triplets)
““Time for you to shower and me to cook.” He wiggles out from under me.
Gripping his arms tighter, I glue myself to his muscled physique. “I don’t want to separate just yet.” I’m growing used to this ‘own your feelings’ thing. Zach’s spoiled me and that worry to show him exactly what I crave is lessening.
He chuckles. “For what I have planned for you, you’ll need energy.” His voice laced with seduction, enticing me to want what’s to come.
“I’m sure I can churn up a reserve to get me by until morning,” I joke and he shakes his head, pulling me tight to him one more time before ultimately leaving me alone in the bed. But I don’t feel alone anymore, even with not being in his arms, I’m confident he’ll be waiting for me downstairs.
I sit up and watch him find his jeans, shrugging them on without the barrier of his boxers. Mental thought that it leaves easy access for me later. Then I shake my head because never in my life have I been so sexually crazed.
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