He pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were filled with such reverence that it almost took my breath away. “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
Then he began to push in. I moaned at the pleasure. I rocked my hips, feeling more of him slip in. He then began to push in, slowly, stretching me, filling me.
He kissed me as he continued to pump in and out of me. I opened myself to him. Allowing him to see me and feel me in the way felt healing. Then he shifted and hit the blessed spot deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him.
Between him hitting deep inside me and the friction of him grinding into me, I was about to come undone.
“Alex!’ I cried out as I met him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” he said as he kissed and sucked the side of my throat.
That was it. I came about. My orgasm came barreling through me. He pulled back and looked at me.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you come.”
And I kept coming, kept pulsing as he picked up his pace, thrusting into me deeper, faster, until he collapsed on my shoulder, his body clenching as he filled me.
He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed me. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I hummed, still in the afterglow of what had just happened.
After we both cleaned up, we climbed back into bed. “Do you need anything?”
“Just you,” I said, settling down in bed.
“Oh, you have me,” he said in a low, comforting voice as he pulled me to him, spooning me closely.
I drifted off to sleep feeling held and cared for. It was a feeling I could get used to.
39
ALEX
Iwoke up with Eleanor’s blond hair spilled across my pillow like something soft and unreal.
For a few slow seconds, I just lay there, breathing her in. Warm. Real. Here. Her body curved into mine like it had always belonged there, like this was the shape we were meant to make together.
Last night had been . . . everything.
Not just the heat of it, not just the way she’d clung to me, but the way she’d trusted me. The way she’d let me see all of her. No one had ever felt this good in my arms. No one had ever felt this right.
I tightened my hold on her just a little, careful not to wake her, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
“Morning, beautiful,” I murmured, even though she couldn’t hear me.
Reluctantly, I slid out of bed, already missing her warmth as soon as I wasn’t touching her. I grabbed one of my T-shirts and padded into the kitchen, a stupid, happy grin stuck on my face.
Breakfast. I could do breakfast. Because this woman deserved to wake up to something warm and good.
I slipped out of the bedroom as quietly as I could and started making breakfast, still half-buzzing from the fact that Eleanor was in my room. In my bed. In my life.
The second batch of pancakes was just coming off the griddle when I heard her soft footsteps. Then a familiar warmth at my back. I turned, and there she was, sleepy and rumpled and so damn beautiful it made my chest ache.
My heart did a stupid little flip.
She slipped her arms around my waist, resting her cheek against my shoulder. “It smells good out here,” she murmured, before tipping her face up to kiss me.
