Page 89 of Last Fall

“Yeah?”

She took my hand. “How doyoufeel?”

Other than a slightly odd conversation in the kitchen? “Like I’m the luckiest guy on the wholeplanet.”

“Gosh I love it when you say stufflikethat.”

She nibbled on her lower lip and even more of my blood flowed south in a situation that was quickly becoming critical. “Areyousore?”

She shrugged. “Probably? I feel finerightnow.”

Well that was good, but it was probably not a great idea to suggest wild morning sex even if it was pretty much the only thing I could think ofrightthen.

“Erik?”

I forced myself to stop thinking about being buried insideher. “Yeah?”

“Sore and stiff are goodthings.”

“I don’t like the idea of anything causing you any pain. Not even for really good reasons like you and me,” I ran my thumb over her cheek, “beingtogether.”

“Not even if I ask youforit?”

She was trying to kill me. I was sure of it. “I’m happy with lastnight.”

“That’s not what Iaskedyou.”

Yep. Definitely trying to kill me. “I find it hard to say no to anything you askfor,Zo.”

“Good.” She took my thumb and kissed it, then tasted it, then sucked on the tip.Fuck.“Because I don’t think I can wait all day to do thatagain.”

Was I imagining the way her pupils were dilating and her cheeks were turning pink again? “What are you saying?” I croaked like ateenager.

Becauseoh godhow I wanted heragain.

“Once wasn’t enough, Erik. I want to have sexagain.”

“Rightnow?”

She shoved the sheet down so I had a view of her perfect breasts. “I’ve had all night to recover. Hours and hours of recovery.” She took my hand and put it on her soft, warm, amazing breast. “Hours and hours of reliving what we did. I can’t waitallday.”

“You’re the boss.” I was on top of her in aflash.

“I do remember you saying something about liking bossy women,” she giggled as I kissed hereverywhere.

“How could any mannotenjoy this kind ofbossy?”

She froze for the briefest of moments—just long enough for me to notice the change. She recovered almost instantly so I didn’t say a word. Instead I went about what I considered the most important job I’d ever had. I just wanted her to feel safe. So safe she never had to freeze or hesitate about anything everagain.

“All I could think about as I was waking up,” she said between soft little pants, “was how I wanted to feel you on top of me, moving slow so I could memorize how every singlethingfelt.”

We had slightly different fantasies of what our mornings could look like but I didn’t care because the most important thing of all was that she woke up fantasizing about us being together again. My last doubt disappeared and a rather obnoxious amount of pridereplacedit.

I had satisfied my woman and shewantedmore.

And if she wanted it slow in order memorialize it, well then that was exactly what I was goingtodo.

“Don’t move a muscle.” I held up a finger and gave her a suggestive eyebrow waggle that made her laugh. “You aren’t the only one who needs to make memories.” I located a condom and then found my phone. “After our night of dancing I made a playlist.” I found it and hit play. “This is howImakememories.”

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