“I know. You too. You’re…” Words fail us both. We find our rhythm instead, her rising and falling, me meeting her thrusts as best I can with one good leg. My hands roam her body—her breasts, her hips, her ass. I pull her down to kiss her, and the angle changes, and she gasps against my mouth.
“There,” she breathes. “Right there, don’t stop…”
I don’t. I grip her hips and help her move, hitting that spot again and again. She’s getting close—I can feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her breathing goes ragged. “Come for me,” I tell her. “I want to feel you.”
She falls apart above me with a cry, her whole body clenching, and the sensation pulls me over the edge with her. I come so hard I see stars, my fingers digging into her hips, her name on my lips like a mantra. We collapse together, sweaty and spent and gasping for breath.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. We just breathe, tangled up in each other, her heart pounding against my chest.
“Wow,” she says.
“Yeah.”
She laughs, exhausted and happy, and I feel it vibrate through both of us. “We should do that again sometime.”
“Give me twenty minutes.”
“Deal.”
My phone starts buzzing somewhere inside my pants pocket, and I growl.
Eva lifts her head. Her hair is a disaster, her makeup smudged, and she’s never been more beautiful.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“Hey.”
“I’m really glad I broke your ankle.”
I laugh—a real laugh, the kind I haven’t made in years. “You are lucky I’m obsessed with you.”
The phone buzzes again.
Eva turns to the puddle of denim on the floor. “Want me to grab it for you?”
“Only so I can turn it off,” I promise, and she hops up, throwing the cursed device at me on her way to my bathroom to clean up. I stab at the power button and throw it across the room. Eva settles back down against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and inhale the scent of her shampoo, the musky smell of sex, the perfection of this entire evening.
“It’s so quiet here,” she murmurs.
“Mm,” I grunt. “It used to be until you got here.”
She tugs at my chest hair. “Meanie. I just… there’s no cars. No city noise. Just the sound of crickets and the wind in the maple trees.”
“You like that?” I start to plan out noise machines or traffic tracks I can play through the night if it means I can keep her here, but her response is faster than my racing anxiety.
“It’s really nice.” She snuggles closer. I should get up. Clean up. But Eva is warm and heavy against me, her breathing already slowing toward sleep, and I can’t bring myself to move. This is what I’ve been missing, I realize. Not just sex, though that was incredible. But the after. The intimacy of lying tangled together with someone who knows you. Who chose you anyway.
I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Asher?” she murmurs.
“Mm?”
“I’m really happy right now.”
My chest cracks open a little further. “Me too.”
“Good.”
