Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,22

nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale his scent. He smells like home. He feels like home. He is home. My home.

“I could stay inside you forever, Lexi. You feel so fucking good. We fit together perfectly.”

We lie like this for a few more minutes. Just as I start to fall asleep, Coen places a tender kiss on my lips and slides out of me.

I think I’m falling in love with this man, but if I say anything I’m sure to scare him off. He pulls the sheets and blankets up over us and wraps me in his arms.

Strong.

Caring.

Passionate.

Beautiful.

Home.

These are the words that cross my mind with thoughts of him as we lie in each other’s arms. Sated and spent. In my hazy, tired, satisfied state, I some how get the courage to go ahead and tell him those three little words.

“Coen, I think I’m in lo—” Just before the word finishes escaping my lips, a snore comes from behind me. He’s fast asleep. Maybe now wasn’t the right time to tell him after all. It’s too soon.

I wrap his arm and the blankets around me tighter as I drift off into my own deep sleep.

THE WARMTH AND brightness of the sunlight coming through the blinds awakens me. Lexi’s auburn hair is partially covering her face and she has her arm draped across my chest. It feels right, her being in my bed. I feel a calmness I haven’t felt in years. I’m content.

Something really clicked between us last night. When I’m with her, the world could crumble around us and I wouldn’t care. I couldn’t help but feel like she wanted to say something to me, though, but she held back.

I turn my head to check the time. It’s 8 a.m. Suddenly it dawns on me that I slept straight through the night without waking up at 3:32 a.m. No wonder I feel like I had the best sleep I’ve had in years. It’s because I really did. And it has to be because of this beautiful woman in my bed. She calms every nerve in my body, yet sets me on fire all at the same time.

I try to resist the urge to touch her, but she looks so gorgeous lying here in the sunlight beside me. Slowly, I brush a strand of hair off her cheek. She sighs and rolls onto her back, her smooth, perky tits now on display beside me. Her nipples are hard and that isn’t helping my morning wood go down at all. I reach for my phone to try and distract myself from my hard-on and pass the time until Lexi wakes up. Not long after I do, it rings.

This woman never calls at a good time.

Well look at that, hard-on instantly deflated.

“Hello, Aunt Sarah.” I speak quietly, in hopes of not waking Lexi.

“Coen, dear, why are you whispering? I can hardly hear you. Speak up!” She demands.

“Um, because it’s just after eight in the morning and my girlfriend is still trying to sleep. Not everyone wakes up with the sun, you know.”

The volume of my voice gradually escalates. I try so hard to be respectful to this woman, but I’m about one phone call away from changing my number and not telling her the new one, like Derek suggested.

“Watch your tone with me, Coen,” she warns. “I have someone coming over today that I want you to meet. Bring your girlfriend, too, so I can meet her. Later in the week won’t work for me. Today is best.”

She says the word “girlfriend” like she’s forcing it out. I’m sure she doesn’t believe it will last long, me having a girlfriend. Either that or she’s already made the decision not to like Lexi.

“Fine. What time?”

We might as well get this over with. I hope Lexi can handle dealing with this woman.

“Ten. Don’t be late, and lose your nasty attitude before you get here. The person I want you to meet is very special to me.”

And obviously I am not. She hangs up the phone before I have a chance to reply. I find it so fucking annoying when someone does that. I can’t help but wonder who this guest of hers is going to be. Maybe her cranky ass finally met some idiot that is attracted to that kind of shitty attitude.

We have a couple hours before we have to be at Queen Bitch’s house to meet this surprise visitor of hers. Lexi doesn’t work until the evening shift and I