His breaths come out in pants against my neck, and our sweaty bodies press together as he kisses my neck, collapsing on top of me. He laughs and runs his mouth up my cheek before reaching my mouth. Our warm breaths mingle together, and he rubs his nose over mine, nipping at my top lip.
“Fuck, Honey. That was . . . fuck.”
“Yeah,” I push out, sounding drunk. I guess in a way I am. Drunk off sex and him. Mostly him. He’s floating through me, making me feel like I’m separating from my body while also finding it for the first time. It’s addicting. He gives me more and I don’t ever stop wanting. It scares the hell out of me.
“I think I may be in far too deep,” he says. “Too lost in you, and I don’t want to ever find my way out.”
“It’s all the endorphins talking,” I say.
He laughs, shaking his head against my shoulder. “No. It’s much more than that.”
“I’m sure it’s only temporary,” I sputter.
“And I’m more than sure nothing with you ever could be.”
My breaths stick to the back of my throat. “You feel that way now. It’s always like that in the beginning, isn’t it? Before it fades?”
He rolls off me, turning to his side to fold himself around me. “Do you want it to?”
“No,” I say almost too quietly.
“Me either. And because that’s what neither of us want, I don’t think it will.”
I want him to be right, so much so I nod against him, burrowing my face into his inviting chest as I let myself believe everything he says. It feels good allowing it to be my only option . . . allowing him to be.
***
My eyes slowly open as I pat the empty space beside me. I’m alone on the couch. I flip around and grab hold of the back cushions to help lift myself up. Kicking off the blanket, I place my feet on the floor and smile when I hear footsteps pad softly against the floor.
“You’re awake. You must not have gotten much sleep last night. You’ve been passed out for almost three hours.”
My eyes bulge and I stretch out my arms. “What? That’s like . . . half a night’s sleep just about.”
He chuckles, and I like how good it feels to be surrounded by it while in my favorite place. “Yeah, that means you must really have needed it.”
“Yeah . . . I guess so.” A savory cheesy scent hits my nose and my stomach rumbles. “Did you get food or something?”
“The second thing,” he chirps. “I made us lunch. Potato soup.”
I sniff the air some more. “It smells delicious.”
He sits beside me, rubbing his face into my neck. “It’s not the only thing that smells delicious.” He licks at my mouth, and I open my lips to get a sample of the food he made. All it does is make me hungrier, and for more than just food.
“Stop that. Dessert can come later,” I clip.
He laughs and that deep rumble goes straight to my twitching dick. How can I want sex again so soon? I’ve never been one to feel so sexual, but maybe it’s because this goes beyond that. It’s the closeness, the attentiveness, and someone showing how much they want me. How much they need me. To touch me and connect with me in all ways.
“And what are you, the dessert police?” He tugs at my nipple and swallows my moan when he takes my mouth again. His tongue plunges against mine, rough and then gentle, before we’re both pulling away begging for air. He puffs heavy breaths against my cheek and slides his hand to my stomach.
“If I am, I’m sure as fuck terrible at my job.”
He snorts. “I was just taking a small sample. It’ll give me something to look forward to later.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay with me?”
“That means I’ll leave late again. You’ll get better sleep without me here, trust me.”
“I didn’t last night,” I say.
