He held back a grin, so glad to not be the only one unsure of what their relationship, such as it was, meant. “I’m glad it bothered you. I don’t like fighting with you. Well, you’re fun to argue with. I love when we talk smack or discuss who’s a better soccer team, who has better taste in music or TV.”
“I do,” she said at the same time he said, “It’s me, clearly.”
They grinned at each other.
“I know you don’t want us to get all emotional and tied up in relationship definitions, but—”
She interrupted, “I think it’d be okay if we were dating. Like, just seeing each other.”
He studied her, loving the shyness he saw in her eyes. “Are you sure? Because I really don’t want to put you on the spot or pressure you. I …”Love you, Cass.“You’re smart. I like talking to you about all kinds of topics. I can’t look at you without wanting you. And I love how organized you are. I think it’s really sexy.”
“You do?” Her gray eyes looked so surprised, a tentative happiness waiting to bloom.
His heart threatened to burst out of his chest with love for this woman.
“I do. I also don’t want to fuck it up, so you tell me where we are, and we’ll go from there.”
“Are you sure?” She blew out a breath. “I’m not great with relationships.”
“I can tell. I’m about to come in my pants and you still won’t give me an answer.” He kissed her, full of pent-up frustration and need.
“Fine,” she rasped when they parted. “We’re dating. If you must label me—”
“I must.” He hurried to undress, put her back on his lap, and groaned when her hand sought him out, gripping his erection before pumping him up and down. When she let him go, he wanted to cry.
“Then I guess we’re dating. Exclusively.” She paused, her cheeks red as she looked into his eyes. “Like, the kind of couple who don’t need to worry about condoms because they’re only having sex with each other, and the birth control shot she got two weeks ago is now safe.”
He stared, aching. “So no condom?”
“Well, if you’re okay not seeing other peop—”
He yanked her shirt off and kissed her, frantically pulling her clothes off while she laughed. He kissed her everywhere, in lust with her strength, her full breasts, the wet need between her legs.
He moved down to kiss her there, licking the arousal and sucking her clit as she cried out, then sitting down and pulling her on top of him so he could watch her bounce up and down while his climax built.
He pulled her close and clamped his mouth to her breast, totally enraptured with her rosy nipples. He teethed and sucked as she cried out. Pulling away as his orgasm consumed him, he hissed her name as he emptied into her, continuing to pump as she slammed down on him. Until he couldn’t take any more and gripped her hips, keeping her still as he finished.
He remained deep inside her, hugging her close. When her shivering stopped, he eased back and leaned his head against the couch, his eyes closed. “Fuck. I don’t think I can move.”
And damned if he didn’t feel moved to tears by the love he had for her, a confusing mass of need and care. Cass kissed him, her hands on his cheeks as she thanked him without speaking.
He opened his eyes and saw tears on her cheeks, but the tender expression on her face, something he’d never seen before, shocked him. “You okay?”
“That wasso good.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her back. Her warmth filling the void that had been inside him for too long. “We have to tell each other to fuck off when needed.”
She smiled through tears. “You’re such a dick.”
“A big dick.” He shifted, still inside her. “And one that will be a giant among men again. Just as soon as I get a little recovery time.”
“We should probably clean up first.”
“Oh, shower sex. Yeah, that sounds great.”
They raced to her bathroom and proceeded to get super clean.
Just so they could get dirty all over again.
