“What?”
“To my own bed?”
He frowned. “I think it was when I was sucking you all the way to the root, squirming naked on my soft sheets, that you told me you loved my bed. It was right before you screamed and came in my mouth.”
My cheeks were on fire now. He spoke explicitly but somehow it wasn’t crude. It turned me on.
I let out a whoosh of air and said, “I did say that. I meant it.”
“Huh.” He glanced from the headboard to the foot of the bed. “I think it’s big enough for both of us. Especially since I alsoremember telling you I wanted to claim you. Don’t you think I did that?”
“I—I?—”
“Because if you don’t think so, we can work on it some more.”
All the heavy uncertainty I’d been feeling vanished. The final test of trust was if he still wanted me outside my heat.
“I think you did claim me.” My voice sounded small. “But I’d like to work on it some more?”
He leaned down, a shifty smile on his face, and kissed me softly on the mouth. When he pulled away, there was a light in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. He said, “Any time.”
I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
“There you go already wanting more,” he said.
A new sort of boldness ran through my veins. “I can never get enough of you.”
“Well, you have a choice. We can explore that now or later. I’m only saying later because I got us a fantastic takeout spread waiting for us to devour downstairs.”
That was the timely moment my stomach made a loud growl. I pressed my hand against it and said, “I’m starved.”
“Get up, then. Look.” He pointed to the foot of the bed. “I brought your robe for you.”
I pushed the covers all the way down, appreciating the longing looks he gave me as I walked around the bed to grab my robe. He made me feel special. He didn’t have to say anything more about enjoying my heat as much as I had. I knew it from that look. And I trusted that he wanted me by his side and in his bed every single night from now on. A current of understanding flickered between us. I wasn’t sure what it was yet, but I wished hard that it might be the beginnings of a bond.
In the dining room, Malin had set out a banquet buffet, all still steaming hot, of all different foods to choose from. Hehad already set out two plates. There was pizza, a whole baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and a huge salad. There was a tray of fresh fruit and another of spaghetti with meatballs. There were burgers and hot dogs. A basket of fresh hot rolls. And two different pies next to a can of whipped cream in a bowl of ice.
“There’s ice cream in the freezer, too,” he said as he watched me moan and groan over it all.
It was almost better than sex to see all this food. I was famished. “There’s enough for a week of meals here.”
“Whatever we don’t want we’ll save for later,” Malin replied.
I began filling up my plate. If he kept this up, Malin was going to force me to have to buy a whole new wardrobe to accommodate my new size.
We took our plates into the game room to eat on the couch. Malin sat beside me so our bodies touched. He flicked on the TV. I didn’t care what it was. It only mattered that we were together.
I started out strong, inhaling my food and going back for seconds. I started to slow down when I realized I might not have room for dessert. I wanted that pie with whipped cream. I needed it.
Later, in the afterglow of our huge meal, we lay together sprawled on the couch nearly unable to move.
As we rested in the glow of TV light, Malin put his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him, huge feelings welling in my chest that I could barely contain.
Malin turned and kissed me, then cupped my face. “Almost completely healed,” he said.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“I’ve blocked him on every platform. I’ll never have anything to do with him again.”
