“Georgie, you going to get that condom?” Matt murmured against her skin.
Right. That’s what she’d been aiming for. Her hand flailed, hitting the box and she managed to extract what she needed. She held it up in triumph and Matt snatched it from her, flipping her on to her back.
She desperately wanted to touch him, but she also desperately wanted him inside her. Torn, she reached for him as he finished rolling on the condom. He pushed her hand aside, pinning her to the bed.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Almost before the words left her mouth, he pushed inside her. She arched her chest, and he caught one nipple with his mouth and sucked. Stars exploded as he began to move and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
This, all of this.
It was hard, and fast and just what she needed. Her arousal built and her breath came in gasps.
“Come for me,” Matt ordered.
“You first,” she challenged.
His expression was half scowl, half grin. “Together.”
“Together,” she agreed. The orgasm hit her and she moaned as the waves took over her body, and Matt came with her shouting in triumph.
When they were both spent, he collapsed next to her, holding her tight. Matt’s satisfied sigh made her smile. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.”
“I did say you were a bit slow.” Her laugh was stopped by his mouth on hers.
“I’ll show you slow.”
And he proceeded to do so.
***
Matt followed Georgie into her kitchen, slightly dazed, but all the way satisfied. He’d been an idiot, that much was certain. Why had it taken him so long to realise how he felt about Georgie? The sex had been out of this world, but it wasn’t just that. It was the comfort, the friendship on top of it. He’d never laughed while having sex before. If he’d caught his pants on his boots like Georgie had, he would have been mortified. But this was Georgie. Trust and laughter came hand in hand with the best sex of his life.
Georgie stood at the fridge, door open, wearing only a singlet and undies. She glanced over her shoulder. “I was planning to make spaghetti tonight. Is that all right with you?”
She could have served toast or boiled eggs for all he cared. He slid his hands around her waist, kissing her neck. “Whatever you want.”
She chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that later.”
Hell, that promise had him hard again. He turned her to face him and captured her lips with his. She melted into him, her arms stretching around his neck and pulling him closer.
How sturdy was her kitchen table? He broke the kiss and assessed it. She’d picked up the cheap flat pack thing in a garage sale and it had to be at least twenty years old.
“The bench will be stronger.” Georgie grinned.
He loved where her mind was at.
Matt lifted her, ignoring her shriek of laughter and sat her on the bench. “Want to test it?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “But if we don’t eat now, we’ll never eat and I could do with the sustenance.”
He kissed her again. “Spoilsport.”
“Animal.” She pushed him away and hopped down. “Do you want to get the pasta from the cupboard?”
So easy. Had anything been so easy and so right as cooking dinner with Georgie in her kitchen after mind-blowing sex?
His gaze caught on a framed photo on the bench. A family photo of everyone at Brandon’s wedding. Guilt punched him.
