Page 31 of Recipe for a Curse

Chapter 13

Iawoke gloriously warm, with the weight of a firm body against me. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded decadent even to me. I slowly opened my eyes to try to discern the time. My phone alarm hadn’t gone off, but I couldn’t recall where I’d put it.

Rio was wrapped around me, draped half across me like I was some giant teddy bear he was snuggling. And that felt grand to me. Even with his hair long and messy and the beard a bit overgrown, he smelled clean, and looked amazing with his dark lashes resting on pale cheeks.

I reached up to brush a bit of hair from his face, studying him, marveling at the little things that made him so attractive. The shape of his face, the curl of his hair, the line of his shoulder, and that delicious warmth. My personal furnace. He must have gotten up in the night sometime, as he was without the pajama top he’d come to bed in.

It was more than a little decadent to stare at all that skin. Defined lines of arms and shoulders, a strong back, none of which looked starved or gaunt. But the man had a very thick layer of dark hair dusting his skin. Not a carpet or anything so thick, but more hair than I’d ever seen on a man outside of a movie. I ran a hand over his shoulder, finding his skin warm, the hair soft, and my body instantly turned on with the idea of him all over me.

He shifted a little, breath stuttering as his eyes fluttered open, that clear blue gaze half lidded and sexy. “Morning,” he whispered, eyes closing again as if unwilling to get up.

“We got a bit,” I said, finding my phone on the side table. “Don’t have to be awake yet. You can sleep more.”

“Hmm,” he said and tugged me closer. His heat making me sigh in pleasure. I could stay like this all day.

Rio tucked me beneath him, like he planned to use me as a pillow, and that was okay because I splayed my hands over his chest and the thick layer of hair there. Never thought I’d be into really hairy guys until that moment, but wow, the way it felt under my hands, and against my skin, I could imagine a lot of very not PG things that tickle could do to me.

Of course at this angle, Rio draped over me, there was really no way to hide my morning erection. And I was momentarily embarrassed. But it was a natural thing, especially waking up in bed with a hot guy. Though I couldn’t stop the burn of it filling my cheeks. I was probably as red as a tomato. At least the light of the early morning wasn’t bright enough to really highlight my weirdness.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, looking up to meet his gaze. He seemed to be studying me, eyes focused, though still sleepy.

“For?”

“The dick digging into your thigh?” I tried.

His lips curved in the edge of a smile, while my hands still explored his chest without real thought. It was like I couldn’t stop touching him. The plump tease of his nipples made me want to lick them and bite them, and I gnawed on my lip to keep from doing just that.

Rio bent down and his lips captured mine before I could define the thousands of other things I wanted to do to him, and him to me. And that kiss devoured all the rest. I closed my eyes and sank into his embrace, wallowing in the feel of his heat, and letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. It was delicious and almost like a dream, though the throbbing of my cock said it was either a super erotic dream, or I’d find myself really in Rio’s arms when I opened my eyes.

And he was still there. Blue gaze meeting mine as his long exploration of my mouth became a dance of tiny kisses. He reached down and adjusted my hips, putting my groin firmly beneath his, before adding a delightful press of his hips into mine and beginning a slow grind.

I gasped as the drag of his cock slid against mine. Even through the clothing, it was like a brand. An almost burning heat of wanton desire. “Rio,” I begged, asking for everything, and not sure at all what I needed in that moment, except him.

His lips found mine again, adding a thrust of his tongue to the arching roll of our lower bodies. I clung to him, fire blazing a trail through my core, down my spine and filling my cock with need. The friction was amazing, a building of desire upon desire that had my heart racing and my breathing labored. Such a small thing.

Rio kissed a trail down the side of my face, finding my neck and even decorating my chin with soft brushes of his lips. His hips leading an unstoppable rhythm against me, the pressure racing till the edge began to become too much.

I gasped, “Gonna come.”

“Mhmm,” Rio hummed against my neck, his face buried against me. “Come, Montana.”

I came so hard it was an eruption of blind pleasure. My fingers dug into his shoulders and his lips sucked at the skin of mine. The circling swirl of my orgasm, and the heat of pleasure poured through me, making me suck in air and struggle to find the ground again. I felt a bit like I was flying, even while Rio’s fine body anchored me to the bed.

He pressed his forehead to mine, though I couldn’t really see much as my vision glazed out. But he shared his breath with me, and it didn’t smell like morning breath. I hoped mine didn’t either, though I wasn’t sure I could move yet if it did. Finally he came back into focus. His fingers traced my face, a gentle caress as he studied me.

“Wow,” I whispered against his lips. “That was real, right? Not asleep having the sexiest dream ever?”

He grinned. “Keep playing with my nipples and you’ll see where else this dream goes.”

And I was still playing with his nipples, and his chest hair, at least with one hand. The other I’d seemed to bruise him with, my grip tight on his back. “Should I stop? I don’t really want to stop… Sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he said. “And you don’t have to stop.” He reached up to grab my wrist and guide it down. He must have stripped down to just boxers in the middle of the night. They were wet, and he’d obviously come, but when Rio guided my hand beneath the fabric, I found him still hard.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I wrapped my hand around him. My own cock stiffened again. His cock was like the rest of him, lean, defined, and so fucking hot I worried it would burn me. What would it feel like to have all that heat in me? Would I feel the pulse of that warmth deep inside? “Can we? Are you…? How do…?” I had so many questions that needed answers, yet all that mattered right that second was him. It wasn’t smart or safe to continue without some answers, but that didn’t stop my body from screaming for more. I slid my hand up and down his length, grip tight around him, like I wanted to be in that moment.

Rio kissed my face, dancing around my lips before finding them for a moment and retracing my tongue with his. He pulled out of the kiss and looked me in the eyes, one hand on my face, half curled in my hair. Had I noticed before that he had such large hands? I wanted all of that, all of him wrapped around me. But his stomach growled, a loud gurgling thing that surprised me with its intensity and then my phone alarm went off.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Wanna stay in bed with you.” My hand wrapped around him felt like it needed to stay there. But he was hungry, and my instinct was to feed him. “I need to get up.”