“You get all the pancakes.” He bent down and kissed her long and deep. His cock pressed against her thigh and she reached for it.
He grunted when her hand wrapped around him.
“We’re not done,” she said, giving him a stroke that made him shudder. “Want to get some practice for that bending-me-over-the-desk thing?”
Heat filled his gaze. “Roll over, Eli.”
“Where are your condoms?” she asked. “I can put one on for you.”
His expression flickered with surprise, like the thought hadn’t occurred to him. He glanced at his bedside table and then back to her. He smiled. “Roll over, Eli. A fun bonus of having a girlfriend. All we need is us. I want to feel every bit of you.”
Girlfriend.The word probably shouldn’t have given her such a thrill. Labels weren’t important. She’d even gotten on her proverbial soapbox about it. But to hell with it. She liked hearing it on his lips.
She flipped over onto her hands and knees, her hair falling forward, and the heat of herboyfriendpressing against her back. He kissed her shoulder. “We’re going to have so much fun together, Eli.”
Yes. Yes, we are.
A lifetime of fun. She knew that without a shred of doubt coloring it.
He pushed inside her, slowly, deeply, filling her body…and filling her heart. This was new. This wouldn’t always be easy. Relationships took work. But for the first time in her life, she was thankful for every terrible date she’d ever been on. Those painful, awkward, and weird experiences had taught her not to settle. They’d shown her what she didn’t want. They’d given her a clear vision, so that when Beckham had walked into her life, some quiet part of her had known.
There he is. My person.
As they lay next to each other a while later, satisfied and spent and staring at the ceiling in blissed-out wonder, she took his hand.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked her, his voice soft and sleepy.
She turned to him and smiled. “That I can’t wait to go on our first date.”