“All of them,” I gasp out. “But mostly you.”
“Slide your ass toward the edge of the couch.” He’s taking out his cock again, and when I scoot forward, he plants one knee on the couch, pushes one of my legs higher, and plunges inside me.
I grab his shoulders and hang on while he thrusts. He’s got me so close that it doesn’t take more than a handful of seconds before the tingling arousal in my belly bursts into tiny, crystalline fireworks. Bliss washes over my skin, and I sob out my relief as he keeps stroking deeply into me.
The slow glide of him through my body feels amazing, and I give in to it completely, sex-dazed, bliss-drunk. He comes hard, with a growly rasp that makes me shiver with delight.
He stays in, pulsing a couple more times. Then he leans forward to kiss my mouth. I run my fingers through the back of his hair and send every bit of what I’m feeling into the kiss. Part of me is still afraid of how close we’ve become, and how quickly it happened. Still, I want to communicate the depth of my emotions to him. He needs to understand that I’m on board with the idea of this connection between us deepening. I think I’d like it to actually go somewhere.
I’m suspicious of change, but when I do find something new that I like, I tend to obsess over it. I can’t get enough. I’ll watch the same movie a dozen times or listen to a new favorite song a hundred times through. I’ll eat a specific comfort food every night for weeks on end, especially if I find it helps with the cravings of my kelpie nature.
Rick might end up being a new habit for me. A compulsive addiction. I need to find out if he’s okay with that.
I give him one more soft kiss and look into his eyes. “I’m usually suspicious when it comes to new things or new people.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, humor glinting in his eyes. “You seem very suspicious of me. I think I should work on building your trust.” His hand runs over my breast, squeezing warmly, gently.
“I just need you to know that I might get obsessed with you.” I wince, searching his face.
“And that’s… a bad thing?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Most guys don’t like girls getting clingy right away.”
“I’m not ‘guys.’ And you’re not ‘girls.’ I’m a grown man, you’re a grown woman, and we can do what we want. Nobody else’s ‘normal’ matters here.”
“Oh.” I let out a long, easing breath. “Cool.”
“Cool.” He kisses my forehead and draws himself slowly out of me. There’s already wetness on the blanket we used, and I dry myself with it before standing up.
“I’ll take this to the laundry.” I wrap the blanket into a ball and pick up my clothes. I feel oddly shy in a way that has nothing to do with my nakedness. “Want to sleep in my bed tonight?”
“Hm.” He strokes his jaw as if he’s pondering the offer. He has tucked everything back into his pants, but they’re still partly open, and he looks ridiculously hot standing there, with the angled muscles of his abdomen slanting down beneath his waistband. He’s not extremelycut like some gym bro, but the power of his solid body is obvious. He looks so damn good.
“I changed my mind,” I say abruptly. “You don’t have a choice. Heel, boy. Let’s go.”
He laughs, and it’s so full of quiet joy that my heart overflows. “Can I get my bag from my truck first?”
“I’ll allow it. Lock the front door behind you.”
He fetches the bag while I drop the blanket in the laundry hamper and lock the back door. Locks won’t keep Valeria out of my house, but the noise of her breaking in would hopefully wake me and give me some warning.
I meet Rick in the hallway, and he follows me upstairs to my bed.
We take turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Then he’s in the sheets beside me, big and warm and strong. When I shift tentatively closer, he reaches over and pulls me right against him.
“Do you like noise at night?” I ask. “I have a white noise machine that I use sometimes. And I always have the overhead fan on, but I can turn it off if you prefer, although I tend to sleep hot so if I turn it off, you might wake up next to a sweaty beast. Yeah, that doesn’t sound sexy at all. Better leave the fan on. There’s an extra blanket in the basket in the corner if you get cold. If you can’t sleep I have books on the nightstand, and there’s this little reading light in the drawer—”
His fingers cup my chin and his thumb presses lightly over my lips. “Marlowe.”
My breath hitches, and I fall silent.
“I’m fine,” he says. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Just rest.”
Just rest.
“Sometimes I have trouble settling down,” I whisper.
“Think you might have that trouble tonight?”
