It was fucking perfect.
“Sorry,” he whispered, dropping his lips down to my ear, “are you okay? I could—”
My eyes snapped shut, and my back arched up to meet him.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
A breathless grin spread up the side of his face, and he picked up the speed. Soon, the air was filled with the sound of frantic gasps and moans as the two of us clung to each other with all our might. His hands balled into fists on the pillow beside me, as my fingernails raked long streaks down his back. He let out a sharp cry, then hitched my legs up even higher, thrusting his hips with an impossible force and speed.
I have no idea how long we went at it. I was trapped in one of those ‘floating above your own body’ moments where time ceased to matter.
But just as the pressure inside me was getting almost unbearable, he let out a wild cry and threw back his head. Just the sight of him sent me right over the edge as well, but his lips came down over mine to stifle my scream. Absorbing it into himself instead.
We stayed there for a moment—kissing, frozen, and shivering in the aftershocks—before he rolled off of me and landed beside me on his back.
“That was...worth the wait.”
I had to commend him for even talking. I could hardly catch my breath.
“Abby?” He rolled onto his side, beaming uncontrollably as he trailed a finger in a casual figure eight around my breasts. “I’m going to need to do that from now on, alright?”
A peal of breathless giggles erupted out of me, and I pressed a pillow over my face.
“Part of your daily routine?”
He pulled down the pillow with a grin, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Between cups of coffee, I think. I might need to power up with coffee.”
I bit my lip and grinned back at him.
“Nick...you drink a lot of coffee.”
He nodded firmly.
“That’s the point. Between every single cup.”
My heart soared just thinking about it. Then, with an impulse I couldn’t control, I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him down for a sudden kiss.
Then another. Then another.
When I was finally satisfied, I released him—leaving him breathless and confused. He pulled back in surprise, looking me over with a little half-smile.
“What was that for?”
“...because I can.”
I beamed back with unadulterated joy, realizing, even as I said them, that the words were true. That for however long a time, this beautiful, charismatic, golden god of a man was mine.
An expression I’d never seen before froze Nick’s face for the briefest of moments, before his eyes lit up with a euphoric glow.
“You shouldn’t have said that...”
Just like that—he was out of bed in a flash. Flipping on a pair of lamps as he left me on the bed and headed out into the hall. I propped up on my elbows and stared after him in shock.
“Where are you going?”
He glanced over his shoulder with a wink.