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A few more inches, and she was so fucking tight and it felt so fucking good that I had to work on reining in my control. A groan ripped from my throat as I slid the rest of the way in.
Chelsea bit her lip, exhaled a breath, and then placed her hand on the side of my face. For a moment we stayed like that, bodies and eyes locked together. One inch at a time, I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her as I began gently moving inside her. Only she had a different idea. She arched her hips, sending me even deeper. “I’m not fragile. You won’t break me.”
“It’d kill me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she assured me. “I… It feels good. So much better than I expected, especially for my first time.”
To make sure it stayed that way, I reached between us and circled her clit with my thumb, focusing on matching that rhythm to my strokes. Every few seconds, her body became more pliant, even as her breath hitched faster and faster.
And it hit me just how incredible this night was, from the fact that Chelsea trusted me to be her first and how perfectly we fit together to how we’d ended up here after all this time. I spent so much of my life worrying about the future, but I shoved thoughts of it far, far away where it couldn’t touch us, and I focused on how right this felt and how if I had the ability to stop time, I’d choose this moment so I could relive it again and again.
Her muscles coiled, her oncoming orgasm about to claim her, and I delved my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply as I amped up the speed and pressure of my thumb. She cried out my name, her walls clamping me tighter and sending me over the edge before I realized it was happening. It hit me hard, pleasure ripping through me as I tried to hold Chelsea to me and keep my movements as still as possible.
As soon as I managed to regain control of my body, I gently lowered her to the mattress and brushed the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her eyes. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” she said, her smile stretching ear to ear. “That was freaking amazing.”
Pride flooded me, and I fell to the side of her, finally giving myself permission to relax and catch my breath.
She headed to the bathroom to clean up, and I went in after she finished. But when I returned to my bed, she wasn’t lying there waiting for me. I frowned and stalked down the hall, still completely naked. I pushed her bedroom door open a few more feet and found her in her own bed, the covers pulled over her, a book in her hands—although I noticed she hadn’t opened it.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She blinked up at me. “I didn’t know what we were, and we already live together, so I didn’t want to crowd you even more, and—”
I flung off her covers, grunting my displeasure at the T-shirt she’d already put on, then scooped her up and carried her back to my bedroom. Just as I was about to close the door, George showed up, meowing his dismay at being left behind.
Chelsea looked at me, and I was a goner.
“Fine. George can sleep in here, too. But he’d better stay on your side of the bed.”
“Of course,” she said, although we both knew George would do whatever the hell he wanted. Right now, all I cared about was having Chelsea next to me. I lowered her into a seated position on the bed and peeled off her T-shirt, leaving her in just a pair of panties—much better.Then I climbed in next to her and pulled her to my chest.
George leaped onto the bed and haughtily tilted his nose to the sky before cozying up to her other side. Chelsea ran her fingers up and down my arm, her scent invading my senses as my eyes drifted closed.
Mmm, I could get used to this.That brought me up short, those thoughts of the future I’d been keeping at bay rising up to take a bite out of my happiness. It couldn’t be like this, not really. Life would only get busier and more chaotic and yank us in different directions again. As much as it sucked, it was almost a relief our time together had an expiration date. It meant that we could hold on to the now without risking complications that’d come from a full-blown relationship.
In the end, that would probably be the thing that saved us.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chelsea
Try two in the kitchen wasn’t going much better than my disastrous attempt at dinner had. My first pancake was burned on the outside and raw and squishy in the middle, but I’d adjusted the temperature and the second one looked semi-edible.
Only then I noticed the bacon was rather black and quickly moved it off the burner, only for the hot grease to splatter my arm. “Ouch, dammit!”
This was probably why people usually wore more than their…guy friend’s T-shirt to cook in. This morning I’d woken up more refreshed than I had in weeks. I’d rolled over, looked at Liam, and thought,It was real. Itactuallyhappened.
The slight soreness added more proof, and for that reason, I reveled in it.Liam and I had sex and it was amazing and I can’t wait to do it again.
Liam stepped out of the hallway with George in his arms, and my cat had abegrudgingly accepting it but not exactly happy about itexpression on his cute kitty face. “He was sleeping on my chest.”
“How dare he! That’s my place.”
A slow smile spread across Liam’s lips, sending warmth tumbling through me, but then his eyebrows ticked together as he scanned the mess of pans. “Cooking again?”
“I’m getting better.”
