“We do. Sex always feels good because it’s supposed to feel good. It’s why we have sex. But sex with someone you care about, someone you connect with on a level like the one we have, that’s not your everyday shag. That kind of sex is what keeps a bloke coming back for more.”
“And what level is that?” Her question was asked lightly.
“I can only speak for myself, mind, but to me it means I’m not looking at anyone else. To me it means more than the act of sex. It’s about your smile and the way you twirl your hair when you’re pondering something. It’s how you look right now in my house, on my sofa, naked and vulnerable and open. It’s how you respond when I touch you, the noises you make when you sleep. It’s how you laugh at my bad jokes, and how you feel when I’m inside you.”
“Oh,” replied, her gaze sliding from his. She bit her bottom lip and then glanced up again, eyes shiny a soft smile on her face. “I think I’m there too.”
Link had been holding himself tightly and he exhaled, before getting off the sofa and reaching out his hand. She took it and he pulled her in for a hug, his plan to take her up to his bed, recharge the batteries and make Elise shout his name again. At least twice. Maybe more.
He grinned wickedly and kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Me too.”
“Now, what say you and I head upstairs, kick Pepper off my bed, and see if we can outdo what happened down here.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible.”
“Well, luv. We’ll have a time finding out, now won’t we?”