Page 78 of Dreamboat

She sighs. “Maybe a little hungry. Do you have any berries?”

Blueberries, raspberries and strawberries are a staple in my refrigerator now. If the market has ripe blackberries when I drop in, I grab those too.

“Load of berries.”

A smile crosses her lips. “A big bowl of those will hit the right spot.”

I unlock the door and motion for her to step inside first. I follow close behind before locking the door for the night.

She’s the one who reaches for the light switch so the foyer can be bathed in soft light as we remove our shoes.

That simple action is almost too much for me. I don’t know if it’s the emotions of the day finally catching up to me, or the realization that it felt right watching her do something as simple as switching on a light when she walked in.

In a sense it feels as though we arrived home together just now.

She turns back to glance at me. Her brows pinch together as she studies my face. “Are you all right?”

I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “I’m good. I’m really good.”

“Me too.” She pops up to her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. “Now, about those berries.”

I steal one last kiss knowing that I’ll need more when I take her to bed tonight. “I’m on it. I’ll get you a glass of cold water to go with it.”

“You always think of everything,” she whispers.

If everything is her, she’s right. I can’t stop thinking about what my life would be like if I had more time with her like this; more nights, more days… forever.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Delia

Satiated, I roll onto my back and close my eyes. “Have you ever fucked someone so hard that they couldn’t walk afterward?”

Silence fills Donovan’s bedroom.

It’s so quiet that I force one of my eyelids open to see if he passed out next to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. The man fucks with so much power that it has to take everything out of him.

His hands are resting on his face but his chest is clearly moving. He’s breathing heavily. “You. Try and get up, Delia. I bet you another orgasm that your knees are weak.”

“I might as well blow you now.”

That generates a series of low chuckles from him. “Did I just win the bet?”

“You know what you do to me.” I slap his bare chest as my gaze wanders to his semi-hard dick. “You’re like a fucking machine. To clarify I mean you’re a machine when it comes to fucking.”

His hands separate to give me a clear view at his eyes. “If you’re satisfied with what I do in bed, I don’t give a shit how what you call it.”

“Perfection?” I smile, knowing he can see it. “Addictive?”

He moves both hands until they are resting on his chest. “Are you addicted to me?”

I am, and it’s so much more than the sex.

I’m addicted to his laughter, and the way his eyes light up when he’s talking to me. I’m addicted to the sound of his voice and the way he looks at me.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I am.”

“We’re even then.” He stares into my eyes. “I’m so addicted to you.”

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