I took each thrust and gave a shocked cry when I came again.
He dragged in big, greedy gulps of breath against my shoulder as he sagged against me.
“Ruined,” I panted.
I could feel his smile against my skin.
“Good.”
I pinched his side. “Good?”
“Yes. Now I just need to perfect my technique.”
“Dude.” I laughed. “Now you’re just being cocky.”
He leaned back and that cocky smile was there as he slid out of me.
“Damn right. I’ll never need another voice in my ear. And neither will you.”
I stretched my arms over my head. “Okay, I can’t argue with you there.” I twisted around looking for my shirt. “Where the hell did my clothes go?”
He glanced over at the bakery case. “Uh, sorry.” He grabbed my T-shirt off the rack. “Here.”
I pulled it over my head against the chill. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” He helped me get my jeans back on. They were currently dangling from one ankle.
He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked adorably boyish.
I hopped down, swallowing a groan. It had been a minute since I’d had sex. I went around the counter to the rack of Danish and plated a few for us. I brought it back to him. “This will have to do.”
He took the plate and dropped a quick kiss on my mouth. “This is good to start. I’m taking you home.”
“Is that right? To whose home?”
“I’m not fussy,” he said around a bite.
I shook my head. “Mine then. At least I know the sheets are clean.”
He laughed. “I’ll have you know my house is very comfortable. And clean.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
I had a feeling a lot of things were going to be changing in my life.
For the first time I didn’t have a plan.
Nerves slid up my spine.
“Why are you so quiet?”
I shrugged. “Just thinking.”
“Don’t do that.”
“You’re going to learn that’s not an option for me, Rip.”
He put his plate down and caged me in against the counter. “Don’t overthink this. Or us. We want to be together and that’s the first step. One step of many.”
