“It looks brand new, like no one even lives here.”
“I have someone come clean once a week. And the bedroom is definitely not this neat.” I reach out behind me and take hold of her hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
As I lead her down a short hallway, I say, “If you’re ever held at knife or gunpoint in the future, can we make a deal that you’ll let me know within the hour?”
She laughs. “I wasn’t being held up. She was the wife of a former patient who passed away a few months ago. She was just—grieving in an unusual way.”
“Unusual?” I give her a pointed look as we stand outside the door to my bedroom. “You should’ve knocked her teeth out and called the cops.”
“Well, I decided to go a different direction, and it worked out very well.”
I cup her face in my hands. “When someone loves you, they have a right to know when your life’s put in danger. Can we agree on that?”
She smiles and says, “Yes.”
I kiss her forehead. “Okay, so here’s my bedroom.”
The hardwood floors continue into my moderately sized bedroom with a queen bed, a dresser, a floor lamp and a chair. A mix of folded and unfolded laundry sits on the chair, and the bed is unmade.
“Messy enough for ya?” I ask.
“It’ll do.”
I arch a brow. “Want to go out for dinner?”
“Hmm….” She pretends to think about it. “Not really.”
Grinning, I step closer. “Yeah, me neither.”
I’m hard as hell for her. I’ve known her for around ten months, but it feels like much longer. I wanted to be physically closer to her for much of that time, but emotional closeness was all we could have.
Until now.
This time, the kiss I give her is different. There’s a deep longing and it’s echoed back in the way she kisses me, with a fierce hunger and passion that takes me by surprise.
I slide her shirt up and over her head, then wrap my hands around her waist, my touch making her shiver.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” I say against her lips.
“Me too.”
“Longer than I’ve known you, even. I always wondered if it would ever feel like this for me.” I brush a stray curl back from her face. “I’ve had lots of sex in my life, you know that. But this will be the first time I’ve made love to a woman.”
She takes a step back and reaches around to unfasten her bra, and I can’t help but stare in awestruck reverence. She slides out of her jeans and panties next, and I groan as I see all of her for the first time.
I love being the only one who gets to see her this way. Her tummy’s not flat and her hips have stretch marks, but to me, she’s perfect. My body aches for her.
I slowly undress for her next, watching as her eyes take in every detail of the ink on my skin. There are tattoos on my chest, arms and one on my outer thigh. Her gaze darts to my cock, jutting out between my thighs. And then…her eyes trail up and lock on mine, and I see everything I’ve dreamed I’d see during the many months I’ve been without her.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too.”
We each take a couple steps closer and I pull her into my arms, lying her down on the bed. I take my time caressing and kissing every inch of her, worshipping her body until she’s wet and ready for me.
At last, I’m sliding inside her. She tenses up as I fill her and I immediately stop, waiting for her body to relax around me until I can push all the way inside.
“It’s good now,” she whispers. “You can go faster.”
I do, closing my eyes and groaning as our bodies find our rhythm. My body climbs hard and fast toward its climax, her moans of satisfaction nearly sending me over the edge. I can feel her coming as she cries out my name, and I finally let go, too. I keep myself buried deep inside her as I groan loudly and touch my forehead to hers.
I slowly pull out and turn to lie on my back, pulling the covers over the both of us.
“So that was good,” she says, a grin in her voice. “Really good.”
I turn my head toward her and laugh. “That was fucking amazing.” I lean in and kiss her. “And I’m really happy my hip can still thrust. I’ve been worried about that for ten months now.”
Our post-O cuddling is infused with joking and laughter, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so content. Graysen was so worth the wait.
We rest and go another round, ending our night with pancakes and eggs cooked in my kitchen and a shower together.