“I’m ruined, Eddie. Officially ruined.”
With wobbly legs and my head spinning, I barely manage to move off his lap, my back damp from being held against his chest. He lifts the comforter and I slip beneath it, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Nowthatis how you make a girl orgasm. I thought I was an anomaly. Adri and Shay always go on and on about how it’s supposed to feel, and now I know for myself. I make another mental check to why Kenneth Gray is my dream guy.
Intelligent. Competitive. Too handsome for words. Damn good with his hands.
The sound of Kenneth moving around wakes me up, pleasure replaced with sadness. We’ve only slept together once, and it was the best night of rest I’ve gotten in years. Warmed by my own personal heater and safe in his arms.
I sit up. “Where are you go—”
Denim hits the ground with a cling of metal, leaving behind navy briefs that cling to his toned quads, showing off even more cinnamon-like specks traveling down his thighs.
“You’re staying?” I ask.
Kenneth gives me a funny look. “I’d like to, if that’s okay.”
“Yes!” I say quickly, not caring how clingy I sound. “Stay with me.”
My favorite smile lights up his face as he grabs my bonnet from the dresser and clicks off the lamp. I quickly tie my hair down and take myplace beside him. Just like at the cabin, I bury my face in his neck and intertwine our legs.
“So, you’re really not going to let me take care of you?” I ask. Even though I’m worn out, making him feel good is my priority.
“Nope. Like I said, tonight was all about you. We’re taking baby steps here.”
“Baby steps?” I scoff. “Giving me the hardest orgasm of my life is considered a baby step?”
“I’d say so, considering it’s the first of many. We’re barely getting started.” He lifts my chin to look me in the eye, and I feel his heartbeat slow. “I wanted to ask you earlier, but this seems like the perfect time. Will you be my girlfriend, Edwards?”
I press my lips to his. “It’s about time, Gray. I was starting to worry you never would ask.”
He chuckles. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” I squeeze him so tightly he could pop, resting my head on his chest. “Baby steps feel like leaps and bounds with you, Kenneth, but it’s as if everything I’ve ever worried about was all for nothing.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
When I step ontothe dimly lit porch, I’m met by a surgical mask and the suffocating smell of disinfectant.
“What took you so long?” Cade scolds me, shoving a mask into my hands.
I cough, waving my hand in the air. “What the hell is going on? You can’t send someone with anxiety twelve cryptic messages right when they wake up and then not respond.”
“My bad. I was a bit busy with that one.” Cade jams his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure it’s food poisoning. I got back last night around midnight, and he was in the bathroom. Said he ate at a food truck for dinner. When I woke up thirty minutes ago, he was still in there.”
“He was in the bathroom all night?” I scream.
“I think so. There’s a cute tile imprint on his cheek.”
“And you didn’t think to call me when you got home at midnight?”
“I thought he was taking a middle-of-the-night trip to the toilet! I didn’t know he was in there puking his brains out!” he shouts, grinning when a laugh sneaks through my pursed lips.
“So, you texted me to be on sick patrol?”
“Of course. He’syourboyfriend, which means it’s part of your job description. I got him into bed, but that’s all he let me do. He kept demanding to see his Eddie or he would, and I quote, never drink another sip of water again and wither away like sand in the wind.”
I wish I had put the mask on to hide my smile. The word boyfriend is so junior high, but has that stopped me from grinning every time it’s said?
