I mean, there were huge things riding on this: crucial friendships, functional teams, stuff like that.
Shit.
He pulled me into his warm, big, hard body at the same time he smoothed a hand down my back, a cheek of my ass, the back of a thigh and hooked that leg over his hip.
Hmm.
Comfy.
“So, that was great,” I pointed out the obvious.
He chuckled. It was low, deep, delightful.
“Yeah, baby, that was great,” he agreed, humor still in his tone (also delightful).
“But, um…” I pressed my hands to his chest. “I think we need to discuss how smart it was.”
His arms were around me, and they convulsed…hard.
“You don’t think it was smart?” he asked, his tone now wary, and I instantly missed the humor.
“I don’t know. Do you think it was smart?”
“I think it was fuckin’ fantastic.”
“Well, yeah. We established that.”
“And you make me laugh.”
I’d noticed he’d done a lot of that at Mom and Dad’s house all day. And I thought it was awesome that he seemed so chill and in his element there.
“I’m funny,” I noted with zero humility because…what was the point? I could be a laugh riot. I knew this about me.
He gave me another squeeze, this one just wasn’t as intense. “You are, baby.”
“But life is full of thrills and chills and giggles,” I noted.
“Maybe your life,” he muttered.
Oh boy.
I slid my hands up his crisp chest hair so I could wrap them around the sides of his neck.
“Something going down?” I asked.
“You don’t know me very well.”
This was indeed true. I’d only known him a few months.
I wasn’t sure I was overjoyed he pointed that out after I let him fuck me, though.
“We’ll be rectifying that,” he went on.
I relaxed and smiled in the dark.
“I don’t know you very well either, and we’ll be rectifying that too,” he continued. “But one thing to know about me, my life has not been shits and grins. I was at your parents’ Thanksgiving table because my family is a disaster. Got two brothers and a dad I don’t respect, don’t even like, to the point I wrestle with the fact I actually hate them, and I will never again spend a second of my time with them unless it’s to attend their funeral.”
We’d suddenly gotten very deep.
