“So good.” He thrust in and out, burying his face in her neck. She felt his warm breath hit her neck. She felt her body tighten and heat up. Her body was shaking but she loved the feeling of being connected to him like this. She might not have had many lovers, but she knew this was special. She loved this man. She could picture a life with him, but it was too soon. They needed more time and hopefully they would have it.
She felt the climax coming as the bed rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts. It was too strong and powerful to stop or prolong it. She let the feeling sweep her away into another world as the first waves hit her and took over, rendering her speechless. Soon he followed, shouting her name. She felt his weight on top of her, but it felt comforting.
“Damn, baby. You are the best lover in the world.” He swore, placing kisses all over her face.
“I thought that was your title, Romeo.” She giggled.
“Reformed Romeo,” he promised seriously, scooting off of her but holding her close as if he wasn’t ready to let go yet. He kissed her cheek softly. “I swear you’re going to kill me.”
Jessy laughed. “Complaining?”
“Hell no,” was his quick answer.
* * * *
Lincoln opened his eyes to the smell of coffee brewing in the air. It smelled so good. He reached out for Jessy but her side of the bed was empty. How the hell did she have the energy? He made love to her so many times last night. She was addicting, like a drug, but he had no desire to go to rehab. He sat up and stepped out of bed, pulling his boxers on only. He had the day off and so did Jessy. His plan was to keep her naked all day.
He went into the kitchen and there she stood by his small apartment size stove humming. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and he liked it. He couldn’t believe how possessive he felt about her. Usually he had sex and left. He never invited anyone but Jessy to spend the night with him. He didn’t want her to leave ever. The seriousness of that statement should have scared the hell out of him, but it felt good and right. Jessy was it for him. He never thought the day would come when he would say that and believe it.
He wrapped an arm around her neck, kissing her cheek. “Is my breakfast ready woman? It should have been brought to my bed.” He growled.
Jessy elbowed him in the gut, making him chuckle. He rubbed his abdomen. “Ouch, are you always violent first thing in the morning?”
She scooped the omelet on a plate and handed it to him. “When I haven’t been fed or given coffee.”
She grabbed the second plate with the omelet on it and they sat at the breakfast counter. A plate of toast was already set in the middle. Lincoln realized how small his place was, but he had never spent much time here so he didn’t care. Jessy deserved a house that she could decorate and where they could sit together and have breakfast. They could talk about their day. The vision warmed his heart.
“We should go house hunting. Mmm, this is a good omelet.” He chewed the egg with cheese, onions, and tomatoes.
“You want to move? This place seems fine for you,” she asked with mild curiosity and grabbed a piece of toast. “You don’t have jelly by the way. Who eats toast without jelly?”
Lincoln smiled at her. “I meant for us silly. We need a house. You can fill the fridge with jelly if you want.”
“Together?” She looked very surprised and he wanted to laugh out loud at her comical face. He had shocked the hell out of her. “Yes, together. This place is too small,” he replied logically.
“We haven’t been dating all that long, Lincoln. What if you get bored with me or hate having me around all the time?” She bit her bottom lip with concern.
He continued to eat, after all he worked up an appetite last night.
“Not going to happen, Jessy,” he said with confidence. He wouldn’t give up until he convinced her to start her life with him permanently. Now that he was sure of his feelings for Jessy, he didn’t see why they had to wait for a certain amount of time to begin a life together. He wanted it done now. “You are it for me, love. I miss you when you’re not with me. I want to come home and find you here waiting for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you say barefoot and pregnant I might just hit you.”
The picture of her round with their son or daughter thrilled him. He smiled wide. “I like the idea. Sorry if that is not politically correct. I am a caveman, I admit it. I want you to stay home and be with the kids. Kids need a lot of attention.”
“So when did you plan my life out?” She gave him an amused look, so he assumed she was not going to throw her plate at him.
“Just now when I saw you at the stove cooking. I never wanted anyone around me for more than sex. That sounds awful, but I never connected with any of the women in my past. From the very beginning when I handed you that ticket and looked into your pretty green eyes, I saw my future. It scared me and I fought against it, but it’s like fighting against a tidal wave. Useless.” He surprised himself since he was not the romantic type. But his words were sincere.
A tear rolled down her cheek and her lips trembled. She put her fork down and got up. She sat on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. His hand rubbed her thighs. Her skin was so soft and silky. “How did I get so lucky to meet you, Lincoln? I swear you are the sweetest, best looking man on this planet and beyond. You belong to me and I plan on keeping you just so you know.”
“Does this mean we can go house hunting?” He grinned, letting his hands roam upward and discovering she had no panties on. Interesting. He could definitely get used to this.
She nodded and sniffed. She touched her forehead with his. “After we practice that move you taught me last night. I like being on top. Makes me feel powerful.”
He laughed, feeling happiness surge through his veins. Why did he think he had liked his old orderly life?
She stood up. She reached out her hand for him to take. He did, he was no fool.