Fucking gorgeous.
“Ridiculous,” I mumbled back.
Okay, this was still about him, but what if I just touched myself and?—
“Oh shit,” I screamed out, feeling my whole body convulse unexpectedly. I came hard and fast like a sneeze. “Yet another type. What is happening?” I was so far gone, I wasn’t even aware of what I was saying.
“Sophie, yes. You’re so beautiful when you come.” He was panting and breathless, and the look in his eyes made my heart swell. “Shit.”
Pace was too lost for my happy, confused panic to register. He gripped the headboard and slid in and out of me, our bodies smacking loudly. It was so dirty and loud and messy, and it made no sense that I found it so incredibly sexy.
“Sophie.” He yelled my name as I stilled, gripping him tightly as he exploded into me. I could feel every single hot pulse, and it was enough to almost make me come again. I didn’t, but I rolled my eyes internally at myself.
Instead, I just let Pace get delirious as he shuddered a final release into me. He mumbled and whispered kisses, gracious and humble as ever, as he came down.
It was my laughter that caused my muscles to squeeze him all the way out. We were a hot mess.
“What? Why are you laughing?” he asked, confused, sweaty, and disheveled as he fell to the side next to me.
“Your definition of simple sex is wildly off base. That was ... supernatural.” I shook my head, still laughing.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He kissed my temple as I cuddled up next to him. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“Yeah, well. Mission accomplished. Times three.”
Mr. August preened.
“I’m really startingto understand the appeal of staying in,” Pace said.
“I’m telling you.” I’d long lost track of time, but it was still dark outside. “Though, in my experience, typically there’s a lot more puzzling and a lot less coming,” I said.
He laughed. “Shame.”
We shared a look and smiled. We showered together, made love again, and then, when our bodies were too spent and almost too sore to have sex, we watched each other get ourselves off.
I would have never guessed how physical Pace was. Though it made sense. I was cautious with my touching, so of course, he was the opposite. He was so free with it. Every opportunity he got, he snuggled me, brushed the hair off my neck to kiss it, held me, held my arm, held my hand, whatever he could hold. He acted like a man starved for touch, and I was all too willing to accommodate.
I was lost to him, my head and heart interlocked, and I kept having to push down thoughts that threatened to overwhelm and ruin the moment. I wanted to be here now. I knew that later my mind would obsess, replay, and wonder what everything meant, but for now, I just wanted Pace and his easy smiles and free touches.
Eventually, we were borderline starved for food and beyond spent. Thankfully, he had leftover pizza from the night before, and any food tasted like mana from heaven after all the calories we burned.
“You’re sure you’re not bummed to miss the event tonight?” he asked.
“Not even a little,” I said and chewed around a bite. “We’ve been making so much progress.”
I regretted bringing up the list. I didn’t want it here. It was a reminder of all that remained unfinished. That I was still not fixed.
“That reminds me.” Pace rolled out of bed, his incredible backside on display as he sprinted out of the room and came back with the well-worn paper.
I slid the pizza onto the floor as he cuddled up next to me. “Welp. That’s off the list.” He checked off the item that started all the funny business tonight.
Shoulders touching, we contemplated the paper.
“That’s a lot of check marks,” I said, feeling sad.
“We’re almost done.” His voice was somber too.
“All that’s left are these last few.”
