“You drive me crazy, Becca.”
Unable to wait another second, I flipped over and pulled her underneath me. Her hair spilled out over the pillow in every direction. Her lips parted, and she reached behind my head, yanking me down until our mouths crashed together.
We rolled around, grinding against each other and tasting every bit of each other’s exposed skin. When I couldn’t last another second without being inside her, I stopped, my heart racing. “I need a condom.”
“Well, hustle.”
I hustled to my bedroom and retrieved a condom. I rolled it on in record time. As I returned to the mattress, she opened her legs, baring every inch of herself to my gaze.
“God, Becca… you’re beautiful.” I slid inside of her, our mutual sighs of satisfaction filling the air. I moved inside her for several moments before moaning into her hair. “You feel good.”
“So do you.” She arched her hips, letting me go deeper, and I lost it.
I pumped into her, my pace fast and relentless as I pistoned in and out of her body. She egged me on—scratching my back and begging me to go harder, deeper. I kissed everywhere my lips touched—her mouth, her neck, her chest—but it wasn’t enough. I moved her legs high, bending them over my shoulders and sinking more still until I found the deepest part of her.Heaven.
I licked the salt from her skin, my heart hammering in my chest and matching the same frantic beat of hers. I wanted more. No matter how much I filled her, it wasn’t enough. Ineededmore. I pounded into her, gripping her legs and kissing her so hard our teeth clashed together.
She reached around, squeezing my ass, and whimpered but still met my pace. “Don’t stop… I’m going… going to—”
Her body stiffened, and she let out the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, setting off my own orgasm like fireworks exploding inside my veins. Sweat pooled between our chests as I thrusted into her a final time.
My heart beat so fast it physically hurt my ribs. I pulled out and fell to the mattress beside her, completely spent and confused. “Damn.”
“Ditto to that.” She panted, her voice holding the same awe as my own. “It’s all because you bent over to put more wood on the fire. This is your fault.”
Propping my head in my hand, I gazed down at her. I was strangely content just lying with her. “I’ll do it really slow next time.”
She snorted. “Just don’t let me near the whiskey.”
“No objections there.” My stomach growled, ruining the post-sex moment. “Didn’t realize I hadn’t eaten in a while. Want to eat real quick before going to bed?”
“Sounds perfect. Crackers did their job sobering me up, but those orgasms made me a hungry lady.”
She sat up, patted her stomach, and dressed herself. The normalcy of the situation plucked at my heart. We joked, laughed, and talked with the ease of longtime lovers. She should’ve been out of place in my bachelor pad but Becca wasn’t out of place at all. Even as we sat down for a makeshift dinner of sandwiches and pretzels, she seemed like she belonged here with me.
“Depending on how we feel in the morning, we can check on the house.” I took a large bite and swallowed.
“I hope it’s okay.” Her shoulders sagged, and she pushed her hair out of her face. “The house is old. There’s insurance for the structure, but I’m worried about the girls’ stuff.”
“Not yours, though?”
“All replaceable. My laptop is the most expensive thing I own, but everything is saved in the cloud.”
“Huh.”What is not replaceable here? Photos? Trophies?“Impressive.”
“That’s a stretch.” She made a goofy face and took both our plates to the trash. Returning, she yawned real loud and dove headfirst onto the bed. “Don’t even know what time it is, but it’s dark and this bed is comfy.”
“I agree with you.” I added another log to the fire, smirking when I caught her staring at my ass. “Feel free to cop a feel if you want.”
“My hands were out of my control. It isn’t my fault.”
I joined her on the bed, and she moved into my arms. She fit perfectly against me, and it hit me—I liked her here.
“Good night, Harrison.”
Before I could stop myself or overthink it, I pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Good night.”
My niece would love Becca. The thought kept repeating in my mind as I stared at her mismatched, brightly colored winter gear the next morning. She bundled the scarf around her face three times, only a sliver of her eyes showing.
