Maneuvering me over the back of the couch, he slammed back inside me. He might have wanted to be in control, but I grinned at the fact he was still fucking me hard like I’d asked. My legs felt like jello, and my body was at once pulled taut and completely boneless when he finally came, my name a feral grunt deep in his throat.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat.

I wasn’t sure why, but the moment after the first time you have sex with someone is so tense. It’s like you’re waiting, but for what? For him to leave? To high five? I had no idea what Devan would do, but when he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was draped across his chest, I let my body relax into the moment. I’d overthink this later, when I was wearing my comfy pajamas and on the phone to Chloe.

He wrapped a big arm around me, encasing me in his warmth. “I don’t want to move.”

I pressed a kiss to his chest, ignoring the pounding of my heart. Sex was one thing, but intimacy was an entirely different beast, one he’d already told me he hadn’t mastered. But I needed this intimacy just as badly as I’d needed him. “Then don’t. We can stay here.”

“What about Huey?” he rumbled beneath my cheek. His voice was a deep vibration that did something to my insides.

I flailed a hand around near his ass, where I’d haphazardly tossed the baby monitor when he kissed me. He let out an oof. “I’m pretty sure that thing nearly became an unintentional sex toy.”

I lifted the monitor, which showed Huey still sleeping peacefully, swaddled in his wrap. “He’s fine. But, uh, I guess you should probably go back to work.” I bit my tongue to stop me babbling more out until I seemed desperate and clingy.

I got up the courage to look into his eyes, and what I saw shining back at me threatened to steal the oxygen from my lungs. His eyes were almost molten, his lids hooded.

“Little Star, I’m exactly where I want to be right now,” he murmured, his fingers stroking up and down my spine. He frowned lightly. “Actually…”

My heart stuttered. Fuck, that was quick; he’d already changed his mind.

But I needn’t have worried, as he continued, “Let’s take this to my bedroom. There are things I want to do to you that involve my bed and way more condoms than you can hold in those little pockets.”

I grinned. “Oh yeah?”

His hands gripped my ass and squeezed. “Oh yeah.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

RIGBY