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The one I’d been waiting for all this time.
Now that we were in her kitchen after what we’d shared with one another this morning, I had little doubt that she was going to be my happy ending.
After all that had happened yesterday evening and how upset she’d been, I hadn’t expected Iris would wake up inthe mood she had. But I couldn’t complain. There wasn’t anything I didn’t love about finally having that with her.
Sure, she’d made it clear I could have gotten in there sooner. Although I believed it would have been great at any point, I liked that we’d waited. I liked that we’d built up something even more meaningful than the friendship we’d had with each other from our time together at the gym.
I’d always been attracted to her. I couldn’t imagine anyone could take one look at her and not see just how beautiful she was on the outside. And with such a sunny disposition, most people would find the person she was on the inside to be just as attractive.
But it was the little things I got to see now that pulled me to her in a different way that caught me off guard. The seductiveness. The resilience. Something told me I’d just barely scratched the surface of who this woman really was, and when I uncovered everything beneath it, I was going to wonder how I ever lived without her.
So, there had been the physical side of what we experienced this morning. I’d been craving to be able to touch and taste and tease her body for so long, there was no way I would have been able to avoid that part of it. But it was the emotional connection I felt to her that meant far more to me.
I couldn’t remember a time when I looked at her and didn’t feel my heart rate kick up a few notches, but now, I couldn’t look at her and not feel all that and more. Every time she touched my skin, it was electric. And time didn’t exist when I was with her—two hours felt like ten minutes. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.
As I watched her standing in the kitchen wearing myshirt and a pair of panties, there was one small part of me that felt a twinge of regret for the time I’d wasted being noble. But since she was wearing my shirt and had a smile on her face after I’d given her a couple of orgasms, I decided I wouldn’t continue to dwell on the things I couldn’t change. I’d be grateful I was here, grateful for every moment I’d have with her moving forward.
And right now, I felt a thickness in my throat at how moved I was by her strength and spirit. Iris had been so devastated yesterday, had experienced such turmoil, and yet, she made me feel like life couldn’t possibly get any better.
Knowing she did that for me, that she could be this happy, while enduring everything she was currently dealing with, made me even more determined to help her through it all. Whatever she needed, whatever it took, I’d see her through.
Despite her concentration and focus on making breakfast, I couldn’t stay away. I crossed the room and walked up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck as my hands settled on her abdomen. “How are you feeling?”
Angling her head to the opposite side to give me greater access to the skin along the side of her throat, Iris worked the spatula through the eggs in the pan. “Well, you promised me that I wouldn’t be disappointed. That it’d be worth the wait. And I’m pleased to report, you weren’t lying to me.”
I smiled against her skin, my arms tightening just a touch in appreciation for how open she was with whatever was on her mind. Of course, I hadn’t been referring to howshe felt about the sex we’d had, but I could roll with this conversation for a few minutes. “It was enjoyable for you?”
She twisted her neck to look at me. “It was better than I’d dreamed it would be. I loved it. Your mouth was incredible. All of you was, really. It was all exceptional. But I loved your mouth.”
I could still taste her on my tongue. And the confirmation she enjoyed it made it even better.
Grinning, I promised, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
She returned her attention to the pan, noted the eggs were done, and scooped them onto the plates as she replied, “And I still need to have my turn.”
“Your turn?”
Tilting her hips, she sent her ass back into my lap. “To use my mouth.”
At the mere mention of it, my cock twitched. I’d had plenty of fantasies involving her mouth before, but seeing the longing in her eyes this morning, there was no dream that could compare to the real thing. “Whenever you’re feeling up to it, don’t hesitate.”
No sooner did she get the eggs on the plates, the toast finished in the toaster. “Will you grab the cream cheese out of the refrigerator?”
My hands went to her hips and squeezed. “Cream cheese?”
Iris spun around and explained, “I like it on my toast sometimes.”
“Okay.”
I moved to grab the cream cheese, but the minute I closed the refrigerator door, Iris smacked her hand to her forehead. “Oh, crap.”
“What?”
“Did you want coffee?”
“I thought you didn’t drink it.”
“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have any for when I have guests over. My sisters had some when they were here.”
