I was boneless as he guided me down so I was bent over the counter once more. My fingers slipped over the granite as I rested my weight on my forearms. I looked over my shoulder at him. Through a mess of my hair, I saw his striking face strained, jaw locked tight.

Reece was beautiful.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” he said, voice strangled.

A shiver whipped its way down my spine. “Don’t.”

He gripped my waist and he didn’t hold back. My hips hit the counter, and he was wild as he pushed into me. My muscles clenched and before I knew it, those tiny shivery aftershocks exploded into another release that wringed a sharp cry out of me.

Reece curved his body over mine, his hips pumping once more, and then he shouted hoarsely. I rested my cheek against the cool countertop, eyes closed as I panted. The roll of his hips slowed as his lips pressed against the corner of mine.

“That’s the best damn dessert I’ve ever had,” he whispered. “I’m thinking this is going to be a requirement after every meal.”

“Mmm,” I murmured. It was all I was capable of.

“Though I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He kissed my cheek. “You might not be able to walk if we kept this up.”

So true.

Reece eased out of me and disposed of the condom. I didn’t move while he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. I was just a puddle of postcoital bliss as he turned me around and gathered me close against his chest.

He kissed me softly and it was such a beautiful, tender kiss. Brushing my hair back from my face, he moved that sweet kiss to my brow. “You should get some rest. In my bed, not that damn couch. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“We do?” I looked up at him.

“Yeah.” His features softened, and it pulled at my heart and it made me think crazy things like forever. “Tomorrow we talk to your parents.”

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

For some reason, I hadn’t really thought about the fact that Reece would be with me when I went to talk to my parents. I don’t know why, but I guess it was because I don’t think I ever really went to my parents’ house to discuss anything with a guy tagging along.

Well, I’d brought home a guy once, and that had honestly been by accident. I was nineteen, and I’d just been at their house before a date when I realized I’d left my wallet and ID on their kitchen table. After meeting up with the guy, we had to go back and retrieve it. My entire family seemed to have been in attendance, and the poor dude never made it to another date after that.