Page 57 of Never Have I Ever

Challenging him is the third.

Two orgasms later, we finally fall asleep.

The sun streaks through the trees, deciding I needed to wake up as soon as it dawned. I can’t function. I hide my head in the crook of Laird’s shoulder, but then it disappears altogether.

He closes the curtains, dips into the bathroom, and returns to bed. Pulling my backside to his chest, he kisses my shoulder.

I turn in his arms and kiss under his chin. “Are you awake?” I whisper.

“Mm,” he hums with his eyes clamped shut.

“I want to be a part of your day-to-day.”

The movements are slow, his body dragging along the bed, but he angles himself to look at me. “You’ll come to LA?”

“Yes.”

“You live in LA?”

He doesn’t sound offended, but I can tell he’s soaking in the repercussions of this new information. Getting worried, I say, “I should have told you, but it felt like a lot of information at six in the morning and working off only two hours of sleep.”

Leaning against the island, he finishes a granola bar and asks, “You’re not coming to LA for me?”

“I thought you would be happy I’d be there?” I hoped he would.

His foot bumps mine, and he lands his hands on the counter to trap me. He steals a kiss, then says, “I am.”

“I want to be a part of your day-to-day, and I want you to be a part of mine.”

He tilts his head and gives me that lady-killer smile. “That’s a lot of words for make love to me again.”

“It might be the same number of words.” I start counting in my head, but I’m pulled into Laird’s arms and tossed onto his shoulder too quick to worry.

I giggle, smacking his ass while he carries me to the bedroom. “Laird!”

“I’m hungry.”

Although I’m having the time of my life with him, having no electricity sucks at this stage. I think almost everything is spoiled in the fridge, and I’m not taking chances. Still laughing, I say, “They always have the dunked and cheesy catfish down at Maggie’s.”

“It’s not what I’m hungry for.”

This man is insatiable. His appetite for me is intoxicating.

Tossing me onto the bed, he pulls his shirt off and says, “Only you, baby.”

As much as my body might need more than half a day to recover, I can’t resist him either. I scramble to get my clothes off to catch up with him. He lands hard next to me, pulling me under him just as I strip my thong off. The first kiss is deep, leaving no room for anything sweet.

Best sex of my life and I get to have it again? “God, yes.”

Welcoming him, taking him fully into my body, I indulge in every stretch, burn, and the fullness that completes me. I love the way we fit together, but it’s not the only thing I love.

I stare into his amazing eyes as he loves me right back, our connection growing stronger with every touch and kiss and deeper with each heartbeat.

He slows, our bodies finding their own unique rhythm. Kissing me, he keeps his lips against mine and whispers, “My last name is Faris.”

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