She shatters with a scream, and the sensation of her pulsing around me drags me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck as I come hard, her name falling from my lips.
We stay locked together as our hearts slow down, both of us trembling and gasping for air. I'm careful not to crush her with my weight, but I can't bring myself to pull away yet. She doesn't seem to mind, her hands stroke lazily up and down my chest.
"Wow," she finally says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I didn't expect it to be like that."
"Me neither," she whispers.
I eventually roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's tucked against my chest. We lie there in comfortable silence, the morning sun peeking through the curtains, and I feel more content than I have in a very long time.
Then her stomach growls. Loudly.
I can't help it, I burst out laughing.
"Oh my God," she groans, hiding her face against my chest. "Way to ruin the moment."
"Not ruined," I grin over at her. "Just reminds me I need to get you fed after working up a hunger. Can't have you starving on my watch."
"Food does sound really good right now," she admits, her eyes on my mouth.
"Move those eyes up from my mouth unless you want to stay here a little bit longer." I press a kiss to her forehead. "Pancakes? I make pretty good pancakes."
"That sounds perfect."
We start to get up, and I grab my boxer-briefs from the floor. She bends over to get her tank top and shorts, pulling them back on, and I can't help but watch her ass.
As we're heading toward the door, she stops and turns to me. Her teeth are worrying her bottom lip.
"Chase?"
"Yeah?" I reach out and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Does this mean..." she pauses, her cheeks flushing pink. "Are we going to do this kind of stuff more often?"
The shyness in her voice reminds me that neither one of us have had much experience with any of this. I close the distance between us and cup her face in my hands.
"Yes," I say firmly. "Now that you've given me permission, you can expect me to touch you a lot, Paisley. I meant what I said, I'm going to show you the difference between a man who didn't know what he had and one who does. And that means I'm not holding back from what I want to do with you."
Her smile is both mischievous and cute as hell.
"Good," she says, rising up on her toes to press a quick kiss to my lips. "Because I don't want you to hold back."
I thread my fingers through hers as we walk down the hallway toward the kitchen, and it feels like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
"Fair warning," I tell her as I start pulling out ingredients for pancakes. "I'm territorial. Once I've had you, I'm not going to want to let you go, or shared if Stanley comes back around."
She hops up onto the counter, watching me with those beautiful eyes. "I don't want to be shared. I want to be claimed. And I want to be claimed by you."
Those words send desire shooting right through me, and I have to adjust myself. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But what a way to go," she teases.
I point the spatula at her. "Behave, or these pancakes are going to burn, and then neither of us will be happy."
She mimes zipping her lips, and throwing away the key.
"What are you going to do today?" I ask her to get my mind off of how hot she looks sitting on the kitchen counter.
