Focus. Don't blow this now.
"Merri," I groan against her neck. I need to be inside her before I embarrass myself. "You’re killing me."
"Good," she whispers, her voice full of wicked satisfaction as her thumb sweeps over the head of my cock, spreading the bead of moisture she finds there.
I reach for the nightstand, grateful I'd thought to buy condoms last week. She watches me with half-lidded eyes as I tear the packet open and roll it down my length. Then she's pulling me back down, kissing me like she's starving.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. When I finally push into her, we both freeze, our foreheads pressed together. Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing. She's so tight and hot around me, her inner muscles gripping me as I slowly sink deeper, inch by inch.
"Are you okay?" I manage, my voice strained.
"Better than okay." She lifts her hips, taking me deeper, and we both groan. "Please, Wyatt. I need you to move."
I pull back and thrust, establishing a rhythm that has us both panting. She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, and suddenly I'm hitting even deeper. I'm not going to last. Not when she feels like this. Her nails claw down my back, her mouth hot against my neck as she urges me on with broken pleas and my name repeated like a prayer.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, and the new angle makes her cry out. "Oh my god," she manages, clenching around me. "Right there. Don't stop."
Not a chance in hell. I watch her face as I thrust into her, the way her lips part, the flush spreading across her chest when I hit that perfect spot. She's never looked more beautiful than right now, coming undone beneath me. I reach between us, finding her swollen clit and circling it with my thumb in time with my thrusts.
"Come for me," I growl, feeling my own release building. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
She shatters with a cry, her inner walls spasming around me, milking me as her second orgasm crashes through her. That's it. That's what I needed. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a hoarse shout, my hips jerking as I empty myself.
We collapse together, hearts racing. Withdrawing carefully, I dispose of the condom before rolling to my side and pulling her with me, tucking her into my chest. I press a kiss to her temple, feeling her smile against my skin.
Merri Gallagher in my bed. I'm never letting her leave.
"Wow," she says eventually, her voice soft and satisfied.
"Yeah." I run my hand up and down her spine, tracing lazy patterns. "Wow."
She tilts her head to look at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That was the best date ever."
I laugh, the sound rumbling through both of us. "Fuck yeah, it was, Gallagher."
I wake up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows and Merri sleeping in my arms. For a moment, I just lie there, watching her. Her hair is spread across my pillow, her face peaceful in sleep, one hand resting on my chest. She looks younger like this, softer, without the defensive walls she usually maintains.
She's breathtaking, and I have absolutely no idea what happens now.
Her eyes flutter open, and when she realizes I'm watching her, a smile curves her lips even as pink creeps across her cheeks. "Good morning."
"Morning," I murmur, brushing hair back from her face.
She stretches like a cat, then freezes as awareness hits. Her blush deepens, but she doesn't look away.
I kiss her before either of us can overthink it.
"Are you hungry?" I ask when we break apart. "I make a mean omelet."
She blinks at me. "You cook?"
"Don't sound so surprised, Gallagher. Marines have skills."
That earns me a laugh. "Alright, Dalton. Show me what you've got."
Watching her wander around my room looking for her dress from last night does dangerous things to my self-control, but I manage to keep my hands to myself long enough for us both to get dressed. Downstairs, she claims a barstool and props her chin on her hand, openly entertained as I move around the kitchen gathering ingredients.
"You really do keep everything organized," she observes, gesturing to my precisely arranged spice rack.
