I dimly noticed the crinkle of a condom being opened.He brushed up against me, and I shivered at the contact.But it was still not enough.I needed more.And so did Vance, his movements growing just as urgent.And when he entered me with one powerful thrust, I clenched around him, reveling in the feeling of being so connected to him.His uneven breath tickled against my cheek as he held me close, moving me up and down in powerful strokes.
He kissed me again, his lips a gentle caress against mine.Our breaths mingled and my breasts moved against his bare chest, spreading tingles throughout my body.I tipped over the edge and he followed me, his hands trailing over me, each reverent touch burning itself into my brain.
And when we settled down on my lumpy couch and he pulled me half on top of him, yanking the blanket off the back of the couch to cover us, I fell asleep, for once not worrying about what tomorrow might bring.
Chapter nineteen
“Isthatallyou’rebringing with you?”Vance pointed at my suitcase, which was half full.
“I thought I was only staying for one night?”
He shook his head.“I will not survive another night on your couch.And since you don’t have the kids this week and I want to spend as much time with you as I can, you’ll be staying with me.”
I put my hands on my hips.“What if I like sleeping on my couch?”
I didn’t.I absolutely didn’t.But I did like to make my own decisions.
“Ipo, the springs were digging into my back all night, and my feet were hanging off the end.But if you insist on staying here, then I’m staying too.But first I’m going to have to buy a topper.Or three.Or a new foldout couch.”He nodded, pulling his phone out.“I think I saw one when we went to Denver.I should find out if they do overnight shipping.That could work.Then we’ll spend tonight at my house.And we’ll stay at yours for the rest of the week.”
“Do you even have furniture at your house?”
He looked up from his screen.“Everything was delivered and assembled this morning.”
Of course it was.But I did have to admit that the thought of sleeping in a bed sounded heavenly.And since I chose the mattress for his bed, I knew it was better than anything I’d ever slept on.Except Vance.
“How about I pack enough clothes for three days.And then, if you don’t need a break, I’ll get more stuff.”
His response was instant, no hesitation.“I won’t need a break.Pack enough for a week.Or more.You should keep some stuff at mine anyway.”
Okay, I guess we’re moving things along at lightning speed.But I also knew the look on his face that told me he would not be giving in on this.So I turned back to the boxes stacked against the wall that held my clothes and pulled more things out.
I could see how a man of Vance’s size would never be comfortable on my foldout couch.But since I weighed about half of what he did, the springs didn’t poke me as hard as they did him.And I’d been sleeping on top of him all night as well, making him sink into the hole in the middle of the mattress even more.So this was one thing I was happy to give in on.
Two suitcases and all my toiletries later, we were ready to go.
“You mind if we stop at the store on the way?”He gently traced his hand down my arm, goose bumps following the trail.“I don’t have any food in the house yet.”
I loved shopping of any kind, so I didn’t mind at all.“Sounds good.I can make dinner tonight.What do you feel like?”
I was already going through recipes I knew.My recipe books were packed away, since I hadn’t had time to go through all the boxes yet.Not that I had anywhere to put the contents anyway.
“Steak?”
I nodded, pulling out a pen and paper and writing down a few things.I knew if I didn’t do it now when I wasn’t rushed, I’d forget half the ingredients.
Vance took my suitcases, and I stuffed the list into my jeans pocket, then grabbed my jacket and phone before following him.He was already holding my handbag and keys and locked up as soon as I was standing in the hallway.
Having the luxury of wandering the aisles with someone else was a new experience since I usually rushed through.
Vance grabbed a cereal container from the shelf in front of him, reading the back.“What do the girls like for breakfast and for snacks?”
“The girls?But they’re with their dad this week.”
He looked up from his study of the cereal box.“Too much sugar in this one and not enough protein.”Setting it back on the shelf, he grabbed another one.“You’ll be staying over with the girls as well, so I might as well stock up now.”He held up the box in his hand.“This one seems okay.”
And into the already-overflowing shopping cart it went.
“They have a lot of stuff.”
