ere, watching his woman use him to get herself off, was the sexiest thing he’d witnessed. And he wanted to be whatever she needed. Even if that meant giving her control in this moment.
“Come on, baby,” he urged her on. “Come on me. I want to feel it.”
He flexed his hips just enough to hit her just a little deeper, and she threw her head back on a moan. So he did it again. And once more.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cried. Her long hair grazed the tops of his thighs, and she cried his name to the ceiling. Her hot core squeezing and milking him as he felt her orgasm lit up his entire body.
It was her pleasure that sent him over the edge.
“Baby, I’m there.”
She grounded down on him, rocking hard and taking him through his own release. Buried deep inside her, he came hard. Sparks lit up from the base of his spine and spread to his limbs like wildfire.
She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard and kissing his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, and they stayed like that for a long moment. Feeling her heart beat against his, her mouth on his skin, her hair covering them like a blanket, he’d never felt more complete. He also felt like the whole world was lying in his arms, and at some point, he’d have to let it go.
But not tonight.
Not this week.
Keeping her against him, he sat up, then made it to his feet. Carrying his wife to the bedroom, he gently laid her down and settled her in bed. She was half-asleep and smiling, and Grant went to get a warm washcloth to clean the sticky cream off her.
She was still smiling with her eyes closed, and Grant could have sworn he heard her mumble his name and the word love.
His chest pounded hard at the hope of that.
He brought the blankets to her chin and tucked her in tightly. Her lips parted around even breaths and her hair splayed wild over the pillow. She looked sated, happy, relaxed. And Grant wanted to stay in this moment a little longer. Because it was in this moment that she’d loved on him. He’d loved on her. And now, he was going to share a bed with his wife.
A dream . . . it has to be a dream . . .
And there was no way in hell he’d let himself wake up if it meant he got to stay a few more moments in this perfect bliss.
Hannah had managed to avoid Grant this morning. Leaving him sleeping while she quietly sneaked out for her doctor’s appointment. He was getting to her, and she was admitting more than she’d ever thought she would. So much that she was forgetting that his time in Yachats was dwindling, and once he was gone, he’d be gone.
That was the deal.
So why wasn’t that fact bringing her relief?
Her stomach twisted, and she crossed, then uncrossed her legs in the waiting room chair, preparing for another long day.
“You nervous?” Laura asked her from the seat next to her. The doctor’s office smelled clean and crisp. Early-morning appointments worked easiest for Hannah, since the bar didn’t open until lunchtime.
“No, I’m fine. This is routine.” Hannah tried to convince herself that she really was fine, but deep down, she wasn’t. “You know, you don’t still have to come with me to these appointments.”
“Aside from my absence, when I lived in California, I’ve been coming to these with you since we were freshmen in high school.” Laura smiled and patted Hannah’s hand. Hannah had been fine going to these appointments by herself when Laura was gone, but Laura seemed to have some guilt, so Hannah indulged her.
She wished she had a better reason for needing a doctor. Truth was, Hannah was annoyed by the situation. Since the doctor had found cysts on her ovaries when she was fourteen, over the years the message had turned from “no big deal” to “we should monitor these,” with hushed talk that Hannah might be barren.
“Everything will be okay,” Laura said, like she said every six months when she came to her appointment with her.
“Yeah, it will. Because worst case, my parts don’t work and they take them out. No big deal.”
Laura frowned at her. “Hannah, it is a big deal. The cysts are okay now, but if they turned into something . . .” She paused, trying to stay positive. “I don’t want you to lose your parts,” she said, mimicking Hannah’s language.
“It’s not like I’d die,” Hannah countered. “I just couldn’t have kids. So what.”
Laura let out a deep exhale. “That’s a big deal.”