Page 151 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

“Just enough.” He pulled me up his body, flipping us so I was under him again. “But I want to be inside you when I come.”

He reached for the bedside table drawer, but I stopped his hand.

“Wait,” I said. “I’m on birth control. Have been for years. And I’m clean. I got tested after my last relationship.”

His eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I touched his face. “I trust you. I want to feel all of you.”

“I’m clean too,” he said. “I get tested regularly. But are you absolutely sure about this, Cleo? It’s a big step.”

I nodded. “I’m sure. I love you, Cash.”

“I love you too.” He kissed me deeply. “So much.”

When he pushed inside me, it felt different. More intimate. Like we’d crossed some invisible line into something new and profound. He moved slowly at first, both of us adjusting to the sensation of nothing between us. He was the first man I’d been with like this in years.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “So do you.”

We found our rhythm together, bodies moving in perfect sync. This was making love in the truest sense. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a declaration. I love you. I choose you. I’m yours.

Never ever had I felt like this with anyone. My heart was full.

Cash watched me the whole time, his eyes never leaving mine. It was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced, being truly seen, completely vulnerable, utterly connected. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. He bent forward and kissed it away, somehow understanding it was a tear of joy and not sadness or pain.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

“Me too.” His movements became more urgent. “Come with me, Cleo.”

I shattered. The pleasure was so intense it brought more tears to my eyes. I felt him follow me over the edge, felt him pulsing inside me as he called out my name.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, limbs tangled. Cash pulled me close, my head on his chest, his heartbeat thundering under my ear.

He literally rocked my world. I couldn’t find words. There weren’t adequate words to describe what I felt in that moment. Pleasure and love rolled up into one giant ball.

I felt boneless, sated, and completely at peace.

“I could stay like this forever,” I murmured.

“We might need food eventually,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Mmm, food.” I propped my chin on his chest to look at him. “Got any snacks hidden in this fortress of solitude?”

“As a matter of fact.” He kissed my forehead and slipped out of bed. “Don’t move.”

I stretched out on his bed, watching him walk naked across the room. The view was spectacular, all lean muscle and purpose. I could definitely get used to this.

He returned a few minutes later with a tray loaded with goodies. Chocolate-covered strawberries, cheese, crackers, and more wine.

“You planned for everything, didn’t you?” I asked, sitting up.

“I told you I was going to woo you.” He set the tray on the bed and climbed in beside me. “Extensive wooing includes post-coital snacks.”

I laughed and reached for a strawberry. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he agreed. “We need fuel for the night. Can’t have our blood sugar dropping.”