“Jesus Christ, Teddy,” Kelsey collapsed onto her forearms with a shaky laugh. “Should have known better. You’ve never been able to last in this position.”
I couldn’t even argue. It was a known weakness of mine—had been since the first time she’d graced me with that particular view back when we were still finessing the logistics of what went where.
“And what the hell was that noise—” She gasped for air and tried tocompose herself before doubling over again with a loud snort. “You sounded like… like an animal caught in a trap!”
“Shut up,” I panted, nipping at her shoulder with a breathless chuckle. “Not my fault you’ve got an ass that won’t quit.”
She let out a sharp squeak before dissolving into another fit of giggles, and I couldn’t help but grin despite the embarrassment heating my face.
This was us—the real us. Not the broken, grieving couple who’d forgotten how to touch each other. Not the strangers who’d signed divorce papers in some sterile office. Just Teddy and Kelsey, laughing in bed after mind-blowing sex.
Or, in my case,becauseof the mind-blowing sex.
“You’re already regretting asking me to move in, aren’t you?” she teased, still trying to catch her breath.
“Oh yeah, huge mistake,” I deadpanned, rolling onto my side and pulling her back against my chest. “Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.”
“Mm, probably,” she purred, wiggling against my spent dick. “Good thing I like you crazy.”
I hissed through my teeth at the contact, still incredibly sensitive. My whole body felt wrung out, muscles trembling from exertion and something deeper—relief, maybe. Or just the bone-deep satisfaction of finally, finally having her here where she belonged.
Before long, the old injury in my shoulder flared to life, forcing me to shift onto my back before tugging her close again. Kelsey came willingly, relaxing against me with a contented sigh.
For a long moment, we just lay there, her cheek pressed to my heart and fingers tracing lazy patterns through the hair below my navel.
“Hey, Teddy?”
“Hmm?” I asked, cracking an eyelid open.
“Think you dislocated my hip,” she muttered with a wince. “Apparently, my joints don’t appreciate being folded like a pretzel anymore.”
I chuckled. “Welcome to sex in your fifties, baby. Try being on your knees on the hardwood floors. Pretty sure I left some cartilage in the kitchen yesterday.”
“If we’re being honest,” she said, shifting against me with a small groan. “I think the sex injuries started in our thirties.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Might need to invest in some of those foam pads people use for gardening.”
Kelsey’s nose scrunched up. “Yeah, because nothing screams romance like orthopedic accessories.”
“Hey, at our age, romance is finding someone willing to rub Icy Hot on your back after sex.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, burying her face in my chest with a snort. “Teddy, we’re old. How did this happen?”
“Speak for yourself, baby. I’m in my prime.”
She lifted her head, one eyebrow arched in challenge. “Your prime? That’s a pretty bold statement for a man who came in under two minutes.”
“Oof. That’s a low blow, woman.” I tried to look offended but couldn’t quite manage it. Not when she was looking at me like that—soft and teasing and so goddamn beautiful it made my chest hurt.
“Just stating facts. Maybe we need to work on your stamina,” she said, letting out a strangled yelp when I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her on top of me.
“You think you’re real cute, don’t you?” I asked, ignoring the protest from the muscles in my lower back.
She nodded solemnly, lips twitching wildly as she pressed a light kiss beneath my chin. “Mm hmm. Just one of the many reasons why you love me.”
“That so?” I murmured, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. “And what are the other reasons?”
“Well...” She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin with one finger. “There’s my sparkling personality, obviously.”
