“Not nearly enough.” He lifts his head, and there’s heat still burning in his eyes. “I need you again. Already.”
“We have all night,” I remind him, running my fingers through his hair.
“Good.” He kisses me, slow and deep. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He proves it fifteen minutes later, and again an hour after that. We’re insatiable, learning each other’s bodies, finding what makes the other gasp and moan and beg. By the time we finallycollapse, exhausted and satisfied, the sky outside is starting to lighten.
“We should sleep,” Jonah murmurs, pulling me against his chest.
“Probably.” But I don’t want to. Don’t want to miss a second of this.
“The twins come home at nine.”
“Then we have three hours.” I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “Think we can fit in one more?”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You’re going to kill me.”
“But what a way to go.”
He rolls me onto my back, settling between my thighs again, and I realize I was wrong before. This isn’t just need or want or lust.
This is love. Raw and real and all-consuming.
And I never want it to end.
Chapter 11
Jonah
Three weeksinto living with Chloe —really living with her, sharing my bed, waking up tangled together— and I still can’t believe she’s real.
It’s 4:10 a.m. and I’m trying to slip out of bed without waking her, but her arm tightens around my waist.
“Don’t go,” she mumbles, half-asleep. “Stay.”
“I have to start the bread.” But I don’t move yet. Can’t move when she’s warm and soft against me.
“Five more minutes.” She presses closer, her face buried in my chest. “Please?”
I should say no. Should stick to my schedule. The sourdough won’t wait, and I have three dozen orders to fill before the bakery opens.
Instead, I pull her tighter and kiss the top of her head. “Five minutes.”
She hums contentedly, and I lie there in the dark, listening to her breathe, thinking about how much has changed.
My bed doesn’t feel empty anymore. My house doesn’t feel too quiet. The twins don’t ask when Chloe’s leaving, because they know she’s not.
She’s ours now. Completely.
“Okay,” Chloe says after exactly five minutes, like she was counting. “Go make the treats for the people. But when you come home for lunch, I want a real kiss. Not one of those quick ones you do when the twins are watching.”
“Deal.” I kiss her. a real kiss, the kind that makes her sigh. Then force myself to get up. It’s hard… a lot of things are hard. I adjust my cock and she giggles.
But she’s asleep again before I’m dressed.
The bakery is cold and dark when I arrive, but it feels different now. Less lonely. Because I know in an hour and a half, Chloe will show up with two coffees and that sleepy smile, and we’ll work side by side while the rest of the world wakes up.
It’s become our routine. Our time.
