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Once he caught his breath, he settled himself lightly on top of me. My arms reached around his broad shoulders, my fingertips fluttering over his lower back, enjoying the feeling of him. “That was…wonderful,” I murmured. “I feel wrung out in the best way possible.”
Without answering, he rolled us onto our sides, wrapping me up in a close embrace. My cheek pressed against his damp chest, my ear picking up his thundering heartbeats. He hadn’t been able to speak yet.
He inhaled and exhaled a couple of times. “You… That…was amazing.” A few more breaths. “I feel like I might’ve blacked out there for a minute.”
I stretched out my legs, feeling exhilarated and content and just all-around fabulous. “How did you learn how to do that thing with your thumb in that position? It was amazing.” I preferred men touching me the way he had during sex, but the easiest way to do that was from behind.
“To be honest, and a little cheesy,” he confessed, “my workouts include one-arm push-ups for strength and balance. In my limited experience, I’ve learned most women prefer more than one stimulus during sex. Being the dork I am, I actually researched it.” His strong, one-arm-push-up muscles flexed around me as he pressed his lips to my forehead. “Your pleasure is important to me. More so than my own.”
I couldn’t argue with a generous lover.
What woman in her right mind would?
“Your pleasure is also high on my list.” I nuzzled his chest.
He eased me onto my back, his gaze full of intent. “Being with you was like having years of pent-up longing finally set free.” He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to do it again.” His breath was hot in my ear.
It felt so good to be here in this moment. I’d just learned that Marco was an excellent lover. Straight-up tens across the board. I was incredibly happy. And hungry. “You want something to eat?” I asked. “We ate gas-station food for dinner what feels like forever ago.”
“Eating is definitely on my mind.” He licked his lips slowly.
I had to tear my eyes away so I could focus.
“Let me go see what I have. It’s too late to order takeout.”
Sliding out of bed, I grabbed an oversized T-shirt out of my dresser drawer and slid it over my head, then padded to my kitchen and opened the fridge.
I took out the leftover Giovanni’s pizza. I chose a block of Edam cheese and was in the process of grabbing a box of crackers when Marco cleared his throat from the doorway. I hadn’t heard him approach.
The sight of him standing there in just a pair of black boxer briefs took my breath away.
I was stunned into silence.
This man had chosen me.
We were finally together.
It was going to take me a long time for my brain to reconcile this development.
He moved forward, asking, “Do you need any help?”
I didn’t respond. I felt like my entire life had just caught up with me.
Grinning, he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me onto the counter. “You look adorable standing here in your T-shirt putting a plate of cheese and crackers together.” He nuzzled my neck, his lips moving from the base of my throat to the back of my ear. “You’re so sexy. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough.”
My hands fondled his chest. It was my current favorite thing to do. I wanted to memorize every contour. He felt so damn good. “I can tell you right now, I’m never going to get enough.”
The kiss he gave me would’ve brought me to my knees if I’d been standing. He angled his head and delved farther, our tongues intertwining with possessive urgency.
“Do you still want to eat?” I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his chest. He smelled musky and perfect.
“Yes. It’s all I can think about,” he said as he lifted me off the counter.
I giggled as he walked us back to the bedroom.
He laid me on the bed gently, my T-shirt falling in a way that exposed my breasts.
He shook his head. “So beautiful.”
I moved to make room for him, taking off my shirt, my hair falling around my shoulders.
He knelt on the bed, moving toward me on all fours. His gaze was so heated I thought I might burn up.
Very slowly, he spread my legs apart, his hands sliding from my knees to the insides of my thighs. “This scene playing out in my mind is what kept me awake from Oregon to Seattle,” he told me, his voice barely above a whisper. “And if I don’t taste you right now, I might perish.”
His head bobbed between my legs, and I finally knew what heaven felt like.
