“Hattie,” he whispered in my ear before he groaned deeply, pressing his face hard in my neck, burying himself to the root.

Yeah.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

As he coasted with his climax, I petted him, out of the zone of need, aware of everything now. The feel of his skin, the heat of it, the muscle under it. The heft of his cock, filling me full. The scent of him, man and soap and hints of shaving cream. The aroma of sex.

Of us.

He shifted his head, trailed his tongue around the groove behind my ear, down my neck to my throat, dipping it into the hollow at my clavicle, and then his head came up.

I saw his face just a moment before my eyes floated closed because he was kissing me, soft and sweet and sated and unhurried.

That kiss said we had now, and tomorrow, and the next day, and week, and years and years besides.

It was a kiss that said this was our beginning, and there might never be an end.

That kiss wasn’t a promise or a vow.

It was just reality.

The here and now.

And forever.

I wasn’t just moved by that gorgeous kiss.

I was shattered by it at the same time it held me together.

He was the only man who’d ever kissed me like that.

And I had a strong feeling deep in my heart that he was going to be the last man who would not only kiss me like that.

But kiss me at all.

He broke our kiss, slid his nose down the side of mine, over, down the other side, and God.

God.

He was perfect.

Everything.

“No more sleeping on the couch,” I said quietly.

He lifted a hint away and grinned at me. “Right.”

“Do you have tomorrow off?”

He nodded.

“Will you spend it with me?”

“Absolutely.”

I trailed my hands up his back, over his ribs, up his chest, his neck and cupped both his cheeks.

“You’re beautiful too,” I told him.

A glitter hit the ice of his eyes.

“Thanks, baby,” he replied.

“That was awesome,” I said.

“Yeah it was,” he agreed.

“I would say it’s a case for delayed gratification, but I don’t want you to wait three days before we do it again.”

“Three months,” he corrected.

“Three months,” I relented.

“Maybe six.”

I laughed softly.

“Felt like ten years,” he muttered.

“Totally,” I concurred.

“Need to deal with this condom, honey,” he said.

That surprised me.

“You put on a condom?”

“Yeah. You missed it. You were in the zone of showing me how to tongue fuck your mouth.”

Like he needed me to show him.

He did not.

I just encouraged it.

“I sense you probably already knew.”

“Always good to have a refresher.”

I grinned at him.