Really, really,reallyamazing sex.
Jensen maneuvers us so that we’re on our sides, then curls around me with a satisfied sigh. Somehow cuddling with him feels even more intimate than what we just did. Yet still, I slowly feel my heart rate return to normal, and a deep feeling of comfort and rightness fills me. Enough to give me a reassuring sense that I haven’t lost my best friend, I’ve just gained something even better.
“Jeez, I think you almost killed me. Death by orgasm.” I keep my tone light and teasing, in line with the happiness I’m feeling.
I feel his upturned lips press against my shoulder. “Eh, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
I flip over and lift up on an elbow to look down at him. “Jensen Porter. Did you just quote the queen Kelly Clarkson herself to me?”
He just rolls his eyes. “Well, you do make me listen to her a hell of a lot.”
I bat my eyelashes at him. “Well, my life would suck without you.” My hand reaches down and wraps around his dick. “And you.”
Jensen lets out a growl and flips the covers back, baring us both. He reaches over me and grabs his water bottle from the bedside table.
“Hydrate. We’re going again.”
Chapter ten
Jensen
A low whine combined with scratching on the bedroom door forces me out of the incredible dream I was having. Kelly and I finally had sex, and she fell asleep in my arms.
Wait.
My eyes blink open, and my body slowly wakes up enough to realize thenakedwarm body pressed up against me, the leg thrown over mine, the light puff of air in and out against the side of my neck, that’s no dream.
Kelly is in bed with me.
I had sex — no, I made love to her last night.
And now I’m waking up to her in my arms. I’m not dreaming.
Ollie’s whine intensifies, reminding me I have a dog that is probably desperate for breakfast and a visit outside. Carefully, I untangle myself from Kelly, hoping that she’s still as deep of a sleeper as she used to be.
She is, and I give one last longing glance back at the warm bed and the naked woman who’s still tangled up in the blankets. Oliver’s nose bumps my leg. “Okay, buddy. I’m coming,” I whisper, giving my dog a pat on the head. Snatching up a pair of sweatpants and pulling them on commando, I make my way to the kitchen, let Ollie out, and fill his food bowl. Then I get to work on the one thing guaranteed to wake Kelly up faster than anything else.
Dog fed, coffee in hand, I go back down the hall to the bedroom. Sure enough, Kelly is still asleep. I set her mug down on the bedside table beside her, then lean down to feather kisses over her hair. She mumbles something in her sleep and burrows deeper into the blankets.
“Come on, beautiful, I have coffee,” I say in a low voice, chuckling when the blanket slowly inches down to reveal her sleepy face.
“Coffee?” she mumbles, and I nod, lifting the mug into her line of sight.
She makes her way to sitting, and the sheet covering her slides down. But before it can reveal her perfect breasts, Kelly snatches it up and looks around, her eyes suddenly wide in shock.
“Umm, Jensen? Why am I in your bed, naked?” she asks.
In response, I lean in and kiss her lips. The way she eagerly meets me and kisses me back makes it clear she remembers everything. I guess I’m not the only one who was just a little surprised that last night wasn’t a dream.
“You’re in my bed because you were meant to be in my bed. I’m pretty sure you always were.”
She melts underneath me, her arms circling my neck to pull me back down for another kiss. “You say the sweetest things.”
“And I bring coffee.”
“My hero.”
An hour later, I pull into a parking spot just down the street from the town square. A gazebo is currently being painted by what looks like a group of high school kids. We let Oliver out and I take Kelly’s hand, threading our fingers together.
