“And a bedroom with room for two whole nightstands. There’s no room for your phone, watch, and glass of water with my books.”
“A private bathroom,” he added, dreaming with me.
“With no one banging on it,” I agreed.
“Or steaming it up so bad the walls are dripping when you try to go in behind them to shower.”
“And a less creepy laundry room.”
“A bigger kitchen.”
“And lots of room for bookshelves. I don’t have a big collection yet. But I have a feeling Charlotte is going to have me with a collection rivaling her own eventually. Plus, I want to watch you build them.”
“Wouldn’t even help me, huh?”
“If by help, you mean watch your forearms do that twitching thing while you turn the screwdriver or tap in the nails, then yes.”
“That’s all it takes, huh?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t object to you being an alien with a specially placed nub, either…”
His teeth bit into my shoulder.
“Think I do a good enough job without one,” he said as his hand pressed between my thighs.
My head leaned back into him as I sucked in a deep breath while his fingers pressed in and started to stroke me through my shorts and panties.
“I think I need a refresher,” I told him.
It had only been a day.
The night before, we’d both been beat from running around, sex, emotional conversations, and then a long game of Scrabble that ended in cheating accusations from Charlotte when Liam won.
Then life had pulled him away most of the day today, leaving me alone in the apartment to fiddle with some cleaning, read some chapters, and do a lot of daydreaming about what our life could be like a few months, or a year, from then.
A new apartment.
Cozy nights at home with the kids.
Someone to curl into at night and talk about my day.
But despite it only being a day, my body was aching for more, for him.
It wasn’t long before Christopher grew tired of the barriers, his hand slipping beneath to tease me without them.
His thumb circled. His fingers slipped inside to thrust.
I rocked back against his cock as it hardened and pressed against me.
“Chris, please,” I pleaded quietly.
“Never gonna get tired of hearing you beg for my cock,” he murmured, lips teasing the shell of my ear.
His hand slid out of my panties to push them and my shorts down to my knees.
He turned away for a moment, digging in the nightstand, then I felt his material sliding against me as he pulled his own pants down, then reached between us to slide on the protection.
“No, stay,” he demanded, grabbing me when I tried to roll onto my back.
