Walking her to our room, I lay her on the bed. She props herself up on both elbows to look at me. “Well, in that case.”

I get rid of my shoes, shirt, and shorts in that order. Grabbing her ankle, I tug gently so she falls back flat and climb over her.

“You’re not naked, and we’re down to eighteen minutes before the food gets here.”

“Guess you better undress me quickly then.” Her eyes glimmer with excitement and want.

I’m not above showing how eager I am. I strip her down like my life depends on it. My next orgasm does, so close enough.

There’s something supremely satisfying about making love to her in this bed, the first one we’ve shared in a place for just the two of us. It’s only been a day of living together, but it feels so good and right to share our lives totally and completely like this.

I want to wake up and watch her drink coffee while sitting on our small balcony. I want to come home every night and order takeout and hear about her day. Weekends exploring our new town, sex in every room and on every surface of the apartment, days that start and end with her. The sweetest dreams and an even sweeter reality.

When I push inside her, those green eyes lock onto mine. She takes another little piece of my soul every time she looks at me like this. Love and respect and strength reflect back at me and somehow seeing right to the very core of me, too.

I handed her my heart long ago, but I won’t be satisfied until I’ve given her all of me and anything else she wants in this life and the next.

The past few days driving across the country and taking on all these new experiences together has been its own brand of foreplay. Each of the half dozen or so times we’ve had sex since we arrived has been frantic and quick, and this one is no different. Pumping my hips faster as her moans get more desperate, I watch her unravel beneath me.

Stunning. Perfection. Home.

My release follows hers, and we’re just limbs and panting breaths as we lie together sprawled out on top of the comforter.

The doorbell rings, and I groan even as my stomach growls in anticipation. “I think this is the first time ever I’ve been disappointed the takeout arrived so fast.”

“I’ll get it.” She sits up and starts to get dressed.

“Let’s take it to the beach.”

“Craving a little sand in your General Tso? It’ll take us forty-five minutes to get there.”

“Someplace else to be?”

She rolls her eyes and then brushes a kiss onto my lips. “No, I just thought you were starving,” she mocks before jogging out to get our food.