Page 35 of The Marrying Kind
But somehow I knew that even after I’d moved on, I’d picture his strong arms holding me close, his muscular chest rising with each shaky breath, his trim hips moving in a deep, steady rhythm.
And most of all, I’d remember the cherished way he made me feel. Like this wasn’t just sex. Like this moment meant the world to him.
Only after my second orgasm did Austen finally let go, finding his own release with a deep groan of satisfaction that he murmured into my throat. Afterward, he dealt with the condom, but he didn’t head downstairs like I expected he might.
Instead, he climbed back into bed and pulled me close, covering us with the blankets, and held me until I was sleepy.
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Austen
“Good grief!”
Ella gasped with a startle as she woke up to find me staring at her. I leaned into her and kissed her lightly.
“Sorry.” I chuckled. “You look cute when you sleep. Even that little wheezing sound from one nostril ... adorable.”
“I do not make a nostril wheezing sound!” she promptly protested, which earned me a chuckle and more kisses.
“Don’t worry, it was cute,” I teased, and then rolled over to let her know just how eager I was this morning.
The feel of my excitement seemed to do the trick. She was quickly giving in to her own desire, and pretty soon I was buried inside her while she gripped tightly onto my shoulders.
Remember all my protests about not hooking up with Ella during her short visit here? Yeah, those were out the window.
Everything was going according to plan. I was sweeping this girl off her feet, and I knew it.
When we finally made it downstairs, though, my worries inflated as her face fell when she clocked the two feet of fresh snow piled atop her car. The flurries were still falling, fast, thick, and mockingly.
Why did she look so disappointed to have a snow day with me? I wanted to ask but couldn’t brave the question. The universe had sent me a snow day with Ella, and I was going to make the most of it.
“What do you want for breakfast, princess?”
“French toast?” she asked.
“As you wish.” I winked at her.
“Are you quotingThe Princess Bride?” She cocked a curious eyebrow at me.
Busted. I totally was, which meant I’d just given myself away.
“Never heard of it,” I said, shrugging it off. I wanted to woo her, not scare her.
“Uh-huh.” She eyed me warily. “I’ll grab the eggs.”
“And I’ll get the bread. I do cinnamon and vanilla in the batter. Is that okay with you?”
She smirked at me in that easy way, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over her hips while we passed each other to gather more supplies. “That’s how I do it too.”
“Great minds think alike.” I sang the words as I beat a couple of eggs in a dish, adding a splash of milk along with the other ingredients. Ella already had a pile of bread on a plate and a pan heating on the stove.
It could be like this every morning, my hopeful heart felt the need to point out to me.
When I passed her the bowl of liquid, she started dipping the bread and placing slices into the pan. The bread hissed.
That bread and I had one thing in common ... where Ella’s hands were involved, we sizzled.
