Page 74 of Relationship Goals

And they’re Halloween themed, covered in pumpkins and ghosties.

“Sorry.” I manage a slight smile. “Just…in my head.”

“I like what’s in your head,” he says, stretching both arms up.

Damn. He’s like a work of art, and I am slightly mad at myself for my cheese fries indiscretions last night. I could have had all this man at my disposal. I could have had a repeat of what will go down in history as the best oral sex ever performed on a couch.

Ten out of ten, no notes.

I perk up, a sly smile turning the corners of my mouth up.

It’s not last night anymore.

“So…”

The side of his mouth quirks up into a half smile.

“So,” he repeats, his fingers making tiny circles, moving up at a snail’s pace.

I don’t want a snail’s pace.

Now. What I need is him right now. I need him to know how much I appreciate him listening last night, validating me.

Fully decided, I walk my fingers up his chest, and he hisses in a breath, his thick eyebrows shooting up as goose bumps pebble across his skin.

“Hi,” I say softly.

He groans as my fingers find one nipple, his eyes fluttering closed as I tweak it gently.

“What are you doing, Abigail?” One eye cracks open, the words guttural and low and delicious.

“Saying good morning.” I continue walking my fingers up his skin, and he shivers. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” The words come out with a smile, an echo of what he told me yesterday when he turned me into a limp bundle of blissed-out person.

“I do not want you to stop,” he manages. The tendons on his neck stand out, and I trace my fingers over them, taking my time and mapping his skin, his gorgeous body.

“You know what you have under all this muscle?” I say lightly, dipping my head and flicking my tongue over his nipple.

His hand clamps around my waist, the jersey with his name on it riding up on my thighs. “What’s that?”

“A squishy, lovely inside.” I trace a heart around his left nipple, and he laughs softly.

“Is that what you think?” he asks.

I tilt my head, pretending to ponder the question. “Hmmm, let’s see. Saved a kitten. Wined and dined me. Brought me a bunch of adorable gear with your name and number on it. I hear that means something.” I kiss the inside of the invisible heart I’ve drawn, and his hand runs inside the jersey across my bare back.

“It means something, huh?” His voice is hoarse.

I like the way he sounds right now. I like having him right here, half-dressed, subject to my whims.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod seriously. “But don’t worry.” I tap the side of my nose, and he groans as I swing one leg over his lap, straddling him.

Like this, I can feel the absolutely delicious hard bulge of his cock, and I lower myself slowly, relishing the heated way he’s watching me.

“Don’t worry about what?” he asks.

“I know you’re hard where it counts.” I let my hips fall all the way down, grinding against him.

He sucks in a breath, and I moan.

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