Broken (Manhattan Ruthless Book 1)
Chapter 26

I wake the next morning with her warm body curled up against me. I’ve never been a cuddler after sex, but something about the way she’s wrapped around me feels right. Banding my arms around her waist, I drop a soft kiss on her head.

She stirs, murmuring something in her sleep and rubbing her wet pussy against my hip. I bite down on my lip and grunt. My dick’s already hard, and she’s making it ache. I should roll her off me and go make coffee so we can have clear heads when we talk about what last night means for our relationship, but I can’t tear myself away from her.

I rest my lips against her hair, and the scent of her coconut shampoo floods my senses.

“What time is it?” she mumbles.

I glance at the luminous clock on my nightstand. “A little after eight.”

She sits up and rubs her eyes. “I have to get to work.”

“Relax, corazón. It’s Saturday.”

She blinks, still looking adorably sleepy. “Oh, thank the lord. I’m still beat.” She lies back down, her head nestled against my chest.

“Yeah, we stayed up pretty late, Spitfire.”

I hear her swallow. “We sure did.” She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. “Do you want me to go to my own room?”

I frown at her. “Fuck, no. Why the hell would I want you to do that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Last night was incredible, but this is …”

I brush her hair back from her face. “This is what?”

“Waking up like this is intimate and … well, it’s more than sex.”

“I sort of like it though. You?”

A smile spreads across her face, making her green eyes sparkle. “Yeah, I like it too.”

I lick my lips and wonder if what I’m about to suggest is ludicrous, but the reality is that she’s my wife. We live together, and we’re going to have kids together. This isn’t a big deal at all in comparison. “So how about you don’t ever go back to your room?”

Her eyes widen. “You mean like … stay in here? With you?”

“Well, you are my wife. I told you last night that once I fucked you there was no going back. I could definitely get used to waking up with you like this.”

Her brow furrows. “I could get used to it too, but maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.”

I cup her jaw and tilt her head. “Why are you afraid of getting used to it, corazón?”

“Because this … this thing between us, it’s not real.”

Lifting the covers, I glance down at my hard cock and our naked bodies covered in cum. “Looks pretty fucking real to me.”

“I mean …” She places her hand over her eyes, and her cheeks and neck turn pink.

“You mean that we started unconventionally and now we’re acting more like husband and wife than you imagined we would?”

She drops her hand and nods. “I guess.”

“How is that not a good thing?” I run my fingertips down her spine. “You said last night was incredible. We can have incredible every day and every night.”

“Because it feels too good to be true.”

I roll her onto her back, spreading her thighs with my knees, and rock my hips until I replace a little relief for my aching shaft. Her pupils blow wide, and her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. “I agree that this”—I grind myself against her—“does feel good, but it’s definitely true, Spitfire. I’m constantly hard around you.” I sink inside her soaking pussy. “And you’re so wet for me.”

She hisses as I stretch her wide and pushes her head back into the pillow. “Jesus, Nate.”

“You see? So. Fucking. Good.” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my hips, driving deeper inside her with every stroke.

“Yes!” Her nails claw at my back, her legs wrapping snugly around my waist, and I bury my face against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent while I nail her to the bed.

Her muscles clamp around me, squeezing me tight as I bring her to orgasm, and the way she moans my fucking name when she comes has me losing control right along with her.

We pant for breath as we come down from the high. “And you thought your body wasn’t built like that, huh, Spitfire?” I growl in her ear. “I guess you just hadn’t found the right guy.”

Her lips curve in a grin. “I’d call you an arrogant jackass, but you’re right.”

“And not just come, I can make you fucking squirt.”

She presses her lips together. “Yeah, that was definitely unexpected, Ice.”

I run my nose along her jawline. “You think we can make that happen again?”

“I guess so. If you press all the right buttons.”

I hum my approval. “Actually I think it was eating your buttons that did it.”

She laughs. “You’re so sure of yourself, Ice.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about being the Ice to your Goose and Tyler’s Maverick, by the way.”

She curls her fingers in my hair. “I thought I told you that Iceman was always my favorite.”

I rock my hips, my cock already hard again inside her. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s my good little spitfire.” The need to claim her again burns in my veins. I’m fucking addicted to this woman.