Page 37 of Unhurried Hearts

His thumb makes lazy circles over my clit while that one finger does actual wonders inside me, hitting spots I never do. I’m getting so tight.

“There you go. Giveme that orgasm, Anna.”

I want to give it to him. Give him everything I have. He’s perfect at this. Perfect for me.

“I’m coming, Chris.” His name is a sigh on my lips as I fall over the edge, pulsing against the work of his hand.

The tension I’ve been holding about this moment melts away.

“That was perfect. You did that perfectly for me.”

A fresh blush heats my cheeks while he brings me down from the orgasm of my life with lighter and lighter motions until he finally withdraws his hand. I’m vaguely aware of him climbing up the bed, the mattress sinking where his hands and knees land, before sliding next to me and pulling the duvet over us both. When he drags me close, my back against his chest, his arousal through his sweats is unmistakable. I wiggle back against him to get comfortable, but also because the hard length of him is addictive.

“Stop that, you.” Strong arms band around me, preventing me from continuing.

Between the orgasm and the thrum of Chris’s heart against my upper back my eyelids feel leaden in no time.

My dreams that night must be spicy, because I wake up hot and bothered with the vague recollection of early morning kisses and the jingle of keys. Noticing that my keys aren’t where I left them, I reach out to retrieve the note beneath them.

Good morning. Last night was amazing. Remember, no hurry. I took your apartment key off your keyring to lock up and put it through the salon mail slot.

Talk later,

Chris.

Chapter sixteen

Chris

Ipeer out the workshop window, the rain a steady patter on the roof. The foggy October morning hides the tops of the tallest trees in the neighbourhood. The wet weather has kept me cooped up all week. On top of that, Anna went to the mainland for some advanced hairdressing courses and the realization that I desperately miss her hits me hard. Only getting part of a night at her place last Saturday wasn’t near enough.

“You gonna get a space heater out here this winter?” I breathe into my hands and rub them together.

“Is it a business expense?” Isaac looks up from the table saw.

“Hell if I know, but I miss summer.”

“Will you stop pining and help me with this?”

“I hate all things pertaining to staircases. I never want to see one again. And I’m not pining.”

“You’re a very disgruntled employee today.”

“I’m abusiness partner, actually.”

“Yeah? The grumpiest one.”

I scoff and leave the window. We’ve been meeting up in the early mornings before heading to the job site so we can focus on the restoration of a very intricate banister. Isaac’s fine carpentry education and lessons from his grandfather gave him a lot of knowledge to pass on. Even though I’m in a pissy mood, I appreciate the lessons. The detailed work is tedious and every time my mind wanders away from the workshop it’s Anna who appears.

“You been hanging out with her much?”

He doesn’t have to say her name, we both know who he’s talking about.

“Yeah. And I took her to family dinner.”

He glances up at me with raised eyebrows. “You ever done that before?”

“Hell no.”

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