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He flexes his biceps, shooting me a flirty smile, and I sip my coffee, humming with happiness. Almond milk latte, my favorite. Is this what being in a relationship is like? It seems too good to be true.
“Thank you for the coffee. Wait.” I frown. “You don’t have an espresso maker.” My gaze slides to the chocolate croissant on the tray.
Rory shrugs, settling on the bed on his side. “I found a place nearby that was open today.”
“You didn’t need to do that.” My heart pulses again, warm and delighted. “How long have you been awake?”
“A couple hours.” He looks out the window and worry flickers through his eyes.
My mind goes back to yesterday, when he and his mom looked at each other like they each had so much to say. How he looked so lost.
My protective instincts were on overdrive, seeing the woman who was supposed to love him with everything she had, but who left him. Her expression was full of yearning and regret, though.
They miss each other, and they want a better relationship, but they have no idea how. I’m sure he’s freaking out about going to her place later today.
I set the coffee aside. The need to comfort and distract him has me moving closer on the bed, trailing my fingers through his bedhead. “Your hair is wild.”
“So is yours.”
“I like it.”
His eyes move over me, warm and soft. “I like it, too.”
Heat pulses through me, and I’m flooded with the urge to take care of Rory like he takes care of me. To distract him from his worries and to fill this holiday with good memories.
My hand grazes his neck, flicking the bowtie and making him smile. I drag a slow line down his chest, his abs, until I reach his waistband. I trail lower, brushing over the hardening length between his legs.
His abs tighten, and he sucks in a reluctant breath, eyes going to my wrist.
“My wrist is fine.” I flick the top button of his pants open and slide my hand inside his boxers, palming his erection.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, bucking into my hand.
I love the way his lips part and how his half-lidded gaze stays on me, watching me with fascination.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask lightly as I stroke him.
“Fucking you,” he says on a groan.
“We both know you wouldn’t last one minute inside me.”
“Fuck,” he laughs, and his cock pulses in my hand. “Of course I wouldn’t. Can I touch you?”
“No.”
He makes a frustrated noise, and I smile. Heat flows through me, landing between my legs, making me wet, but toying with Rory is too fun.
“Take your pants off.”
He hurries his pants and boxers off, and his cock springs free, already beading with moisture at the tip. His eyes spark with hot amusement as he pulls the bowtie off and tosses it aside.
When I climb on top of him, his smile drops. “Your ankle—”
“Rory.” My hand sinks into his hair and I grip the strands, straddling his lap and forcing him to look at me instead of my foot. “Shut up,” I say gently.
He nods, eyes going glassy. “Okay.”
I smile again. This is fun.
