Page 74 of Choosing You

“And she’d be right!” He shrugged. “Why are we pretending that we want to be here when we’ve never tried eating nachos while naked in bed?”

“You make a good point,” she said, doing her best to keep a straight face.

“I do what I can.”

By the time the waitress returned with their check and their takeout bag, Sloane’s entire body was humming with anticipation. Will quickly paid the bill and then climbed from the booth. Taking Sloane by the hand, he all but dragged her out of the restaurant while they both laughed giddily.

She loved this.

The silliness. The laughter. The fun.

She lovedhim.

They ran out to the car, laughing like two little kids, and quickly climbed in. They made the drive in half the time and rather than admonishing herself for speeding, she silently high-fived herself for getting them home so quickly.

“I got the food; you open the door,” Will urged.

Once back inside her apartment, Will put the food on the nearest surface and pulled her in for a kiss that bordered on frantic. His big, wonderful hands cupped her face, making her knees go a little weak even as the rest of her body was desperate to rub up against him.

“What…about…dinner?” she asked between kisses.

“It will reheat just fine.” His lips moved along her jaw, down her throat, and lingered there, sending shivers of pure delight down her spine.

“Good plan.” She pulled him toward the bedroom, and loved how they clumsily pulled off their clothes, bumping into furniture and each other as they went.

By the time they made it to the bed, she was already breathless.

Will stretched out on top of her and his hands and lips seemed to be everywhere. It was sensory overload, and so damn perfect. She sighed his name and raked her hands through his hair as they moved together.

It was all heat and need and wild, and Sloane was pretty sure she blacked out from the pleasure.

And much later, after they had calmed down and their skin cooled, Will served her reheated nachos in bed.

Naked.

And she loved every minute of it.

Sexy, naked nachos led to just plain sexy time, and it was well after midnight when they finally fell asleep. When Sloane woke up the next morning, she made a silent vow to herself to not dive into anything that was going to ruin the mood. They were definitely going to need to talk, just not yet.

So she made him breakfast in bed.

And then made love.

They ordered takeout for lunch and watched a movie on Netflix.

And then made love again.

By the time dinner rolled around, they caved and ordered takeout again, watched another movie, and then got tangled up together once again under the sheets.

Best. Weekend. Ever.

And it was only just the beginning.

It was late Sunday afternoon and Will was contemplating changing his flight home to tomorrow morning. It meant getting up before dawn so he could be at the airport for a morning flight, but he wanted as much time with her as possible before he had to leave.

Is it worth the hassle of changing flights when most of the extra time would be spent sleeping?

But as Sloane rolled toward him and kissed his chest, he stopped worrying about it.

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