Page 154 of Smooth Sailing

“I wanted to go slower our first time,” he shared.

“For heaven’s sake, why?”

He felt his lips curl up even as he explained, “I wanted to make love, not bang.”

“Making love is for movies and romance novels. Banging is where it’s at.”

Still buried inside her, he burst out laughing.

He’d never done that with a woman, and it felt phenomenal.

“Your beard and the head you give, baby,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair before she scraped her nails through his beard. “Damn.”

“You a blow-by-blow after type of girl?” he teased.

“Not until now. But I think we should go over every second of that and how awesome it was so we’re sure to commit it to memory.”

Fuck him, he was laughing again.

But he didn’t need to go over it.

He’d remember every second until he died.

“I’m losin’ you,” he murmured, brushed his lips against hers, and went on, “Gonna go deal with this rubber and be back.”

She nodded.

He kissed her, meaning it to be quick and light.

Instead, they made out and it took a while for him to disengage and hit the bathroom.

When he came out, she had his shirt on, drawn end over end at her front, and she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.

He stopped dead on sight of her.

In his shirt, in her fancy duds, in her cute little sleep shorts, all made up, makeup-free or slime all over her face, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Though, he really fucking dug her in his shirt.

Her eyes roved over him.

His did over her.

And yeah.

Fuck yeah.

Whatever it took, Diana Armitage was gonna be his woman.

Hugger came unstuck and moved the rest of the way to the bed, pulling the covers down. Di adjusted as he did, so when he got in, she could tuck herself to him, and he could yank the bedding over them.

“Fuck hair looks good on you, babe,” he observed.

She giggled, actually girlie giggled, and rubbed her face in the hair on his chest.

Totally everything.

She lifted her head and said, “It does on you too.”

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