When his body went slack, he was acutely aware of her delicate body beneath him. Holding his weight above her, he pulled the pillow out from under her hips, brushing kisses to her lips and cheeks, until her eyes fluttered open, spent and sated and so damn beautiful, they hurt to look at. He’d never felt so good or laughed so much, and by the look in her eyes, she was right there with him, trying to figure out what the hell was happening between them. He dipped his head again to avoid losing himself in her any more than he already had and allowed himself to hold her for a long moment, because this was it.

Their one excruciatingly perfect night.

That thought caused a physical ache in his chest. He’d had nothing in his life for so long, he wanted to soak in more of her. All of her. Her laughter, those mischievous eyes, the snark that spilled from her lips.

But that wasn’t part of the plan, so he forced himself to get up and take care of the condom. When he returned to the living room, she was gathering her clothes, her hair a tangled mess from his hands, her flawless skin flushed and marred by a few red bite marks. Clutching the bundle of clothes against her stomach, she looked at him awkwardly, and a little embarrassed, her vulnerability snapping his resolve.

Fuck what I signed up for. “Not sticking around for round two?”

“Is that an option?” she asked softly, as if she were unsure.

She was so fucking cute, laughter bubbled out. “Only if you want it to be.”

She dropped her clothes, grinning, naked and radiant, lighting up his dingy living room. “I’ll take that option, please.” She touched her stomach. “But I’m kind of hungry.”

He arched a brow and glanced down at his cock.

“For food.” She sauntered into his kitchen naked, completely comfortable, like she’d been there a hundred times before, and hell if it didn’t feel like it as she opened the fridge and peered inside, giving him a glorious view of her ass. “How old is this pizza?”

“I had it last night.”

“Perfect.” She grabbed the box and flipped it open, snagging a slice, and held the box out toward him. “Want some?”

“Hell yes.” He went to her and set the box on the counter, then lifted her up, putting her on the counter beside it, and wedged himself between her legs.

“I’ll get you a piece.”

As she reached into the box, he slicked his tongue over her nipple. “You eat the pizza. I’ve got all I need right here.”

Chapter Five