Page 34 of Coffee Shop Cupid
“I’m ready though—at least I think I am. Not to be knotted, but Chase and I have talked about it. He’s offered to bottom if I’m comfortable with that, or we can keep things to hands and mouths.”
“It sounds like he’s being mindful of your triggers.”
I nodded. “I don’t think I could have asked for a more considerate alpha.”
Joey smiled. “He’s been good for you. The progress since Valentine’s Day has been astounding.”
“He gives me a safe space to let it out. I know he’ll be there to catch me when I stumble.”
“That’s the best kind of partner to have.”
“Yeah. But… is it too soon to have sex?”
“How do you feel about that?”
I closed my eyes and thought of how gentle Chase held me when one of us slept over at the other’s place. He’d never pushed, just like he’d promised, and I knew he’d never hurt me.
“I want it,” I said, opening my eyes again.
“Then it’s not too soon.”
∞∞∞
I stared at the figurines in the curio cabinet, which Chase had bought just so I’d have a safe place to display them. I hadn’t expected it, but had found it ready and waiting as I carried the first box into his apartment.
“You told me how sad you were that you didn’t have a spot for them in your place,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect,” I whispered, leaning back into his embrace.
“I’m glad.” He kissed the shell of my ear. “It’s important for you to know that this is your home too.”
I sighed happily. It was more than words with Chase. He knew what to say to make me feel loved, but he backed it up with action.
For the first time in my life I understood the difference between having an alpha and having a partner.
Chase was my partner, which was so much better.
“What do you want me to order for dinner?” he asked.
“I…” I started. “I’d rather try again, if that’s ok.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m really ready this time. We’ve talked about it, and I know I can ask you to stop if I’m uncomfortable.”
“Lead the way.”
I turned in his arms and rose on my toes for a kiss, which he granted.
I moaned as our tongues slid against each other, playing and exploring. Then, not breaking the kiss, I grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged him towards our bedroom.
Chase growled, hands sliding beneath my shirt as we walked, subtly guiding me down the hall, but also leaving burning trails of need on my skin.
I wanted—needed—this with him. Both my mind and body were ready for the next step.
We reached the bedroom and he tugged me against him so that I felt the bulge in his pants.
“I love you,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Nothing happens unless you want it.”
