10 Years Later

“It’s been a long time for me, Cammie,” he confessed, as if reading my mind, and it only made my want for him grow.

“Me too.” I angled my body so that I could reach the hem of his boxer briefs and tugged, hoping to set his hard-on free.

Dalton took control, pulling off his briefs and my thong in an instant, and before I knew it, there was nothing between us, not even air. We lay there together, skin to skin, not moving, just being. I wondered if I should tell him that I was on birth control, but didn’t want to come off as too desperate or needy, even though I felt both when it came to him in this moment.

I kept condoms in my nightstand drawer and I reached out for it, pulling it open as Dalton moved to see what I was doing. Tilting my head so I could look inside, I fished one out and handed it to him. He tore the wrapper with his teeth before leaning away from my body, which instantly cooled at his absence. I watched as he expertly rolled the condom down the length of his hard-on before his eyes met mine.

Pressing his warm body back on top of me, I closed my eyes as he moved to enter me. When he said softly, “Look at me, Cammie,” I opened my eyes as he stared at me, into me, through me.

I nearly cried out in joy as he entered me, filling me completely. It almost felt too good, too perfect. I moved my hips in time with his thrusts, our movements perfectly synchronized. Each time he moved in and out of me, I felt my mouth open with the pleasure it elicited, and his tongue soon found its way inside. He felt so good, so skilled, so in tune with every move my body made against his.

I came first as a heat wave exploded from somewhere deep within me. Shuddering, shaking, and convulsing, I opened my eyes to watch as Dalton lost himself inside me. His biceps tensed, his jaw locked, and his brows drew together as his own pleasure-filled explosion occurred. After he finished, he collapsed on top of me, his chest damp with perspiration as it heaved.

“That was much better than our first time,” I gasped out into his hair.

Phone Calls Are the New Intimate

Cammie

Three thirty in the morning arrived far too early, and I suddenly remembered that I wasn’t alone. Reaching for the alarm, I

hit the snooze button, wanting a little more time in bed with Dalton. I nuzzled back against his chest as he squeezed me closer.

“Are you leaving,” he said softly against my head.

“In a little bit, yeah. But you don’t have to. Stay as long as you want,” I offered as hope lurched in my chest and filled my heart.

“It’s okay if I stay?” His voice was groggy, and I found it utterly adorable.

“Of course. Unless you’re planning on robbing me blind. Then you should probably leave when I do,” I tried to tease, but it was early and I’d barely slept at all.

“Don’t plan on robbing you. Unless you have something I can’t live without. Like more cookies.” He yawned and rolled me on top of him, my hair falling onto his chest and almost blocking my view of it. He reached out to sweep my hair away and tucked it behind my ears. “So this is what you look like in the morning.”

I suddenly grew self-conscious, wondering if I looked like a complete ass. “That bad, huh?”

“More like how can you look this pretty? Did you pull a ‘bridesmaids’ on me while I was still asleep?”

“A ‘bridesmaids’? Like the movie?” I asked, confused again by one of his entertainment references.

“You know, how she hopped out of bed and made herself all cute before she pretended to wake up.”

I laughed, remembering the scene and how true to real life it had been. I had totally done that before, but not this time.

“That was hilarious. But no, I woke up like this.” I waved a hand down my face. “Although I’m a little worried what this looks like right now, to be honest.”

“It looks pretty. You look pretty.” He smiled, brushing his fingers along the side of my cheek.

My alarm blared again and I pulled away to smack at it, trying to silence it. “I have to get up.”

“And I have to go back to sleep.”

As he pulled my comforter around his naked body, I fought the urge to grab my cell and take a picture. I needed proof to text to Kristy later, I thought. Or maybe I simply wanted something to remember our night by?

When I placed a soft kiss on his cheek, his arms clasped me out of nowhere and pulled me against him. “I need to get ready for work,” I managed to squeak out. “I can’t be late.”

Dalton grunted and made a funny noise as he slowly released his death grip on me. I forced myself to head into the bathroom when all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed next to him and revel in the fact that Dalton Thomas was once again in my bedroom. Naked.

Alone in the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror and breathed out a sigh of relief that I didn’t look terrible. Aside from no lipstick and a few eyelashes sticking out in odd directions, last night’s makeup was still perfectly applied. No wonder he thought I looked pretty. I normally showered in the evenings so that I could sleep longer in the mornings, but last night was anything but ordinary. I brushed my teeth and then my hair, before pulling out my makeup case to add some minor touchups.