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Then one of his hands went to her core, his finger finding that perfect rhythm, zapping tingles of europhia up her spine.
“Come again for me, baby. I know you can. Let’s do this together,” he groaned, his face contorted in blissful pain as if he was right there on the precipice but needed her to fall with him.
His finger increased in speed as did his thrusts. Harder, more insistent.
Then it hit her.
For the third time.
Pleasure slid throughout her body, damn near blinding her with it. Her eyes closed as she let it wash over her. His low groans filled the air, his body tensing and shaking.
Then he was laying over her, his heavy weight comforting, making her feel loved and secure.
“Damn.” His lips hit her cheek. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
She cracked her eyes open, smirking. “I know you’ve had a lot of sex in your life.”
So much, she didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t even know why she said anything.
He lifted on one arm, resting on his elbow, his eyes filled with so much emotion it was hard to keep up with everything that flashed before her.
“I have. Too many women I don’t even want to share with you the number.” His hand brushed her cheek. “But this wasn’t sex. This was so much more. And that, I’ve never had. That is what I want more of. With you.” He kissed her. Lightly at first, then a bit more insistent. “Only you.”
It sounded believable. Like he meant every word. The longer she stared into his eyes, trying to pinpoint the emotions wreaking havoc on him, she saw it.
That flash of love.
Could he love her? Was this more than just sex? More than finally doing what they’d both been aching to do for the longest time?
She hoped so.
Because losing him now would break her into tiny pieces.
She’d lost her best friend, and that made her go insane. Losing Corey would bring her down the same destructive path.
* * *
Corey had beenon his own for so long, he knew how to take care of himself. Cooking wasn’t a challenge, although he didn’t make anything fancy. Food was food. If he saw it and thought it sounded good, he’d eat it. For breakfast, he typically had cereal or a bagel. Nothing too heavy. He’d come to learn Genevieve took care with what she ate. She rarely indulged in chips, candy, or anything sweet unless she was having a bad day. She didn’t like a lot of meat, but she’d eat it. She loved green vegetables, and strawberries and grapes were always on her kitchen counter.
So when he woke up first, he thought he’d surprise her with breakfast. After rummaging through her cupboards and fridge, it didn’t leave him a lot of options. At least, not with meals he knew how to cook.
No bacon or sausage to go with the eggs he could easily make. But she had bread and fruit and he could work with that.
Of course, he fed Amelie first. A bottle, then set her up in her high chair and gave her Cheerios to munch on. His baby girl was growing up too fast.
He’d never made tea, but he’d watched Genevieve do it on several occasions. It couldn’t be too hard. He made himself coffee, while he put the teapot on for her.
The toast popped up in the toaster as Genevieve wandered out of the room. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks a rosy red, and her eyes said she was well rested—despite the many times they had sex last night. They hadn’t gotten much sleep. But his woman looked good. Sated and loved.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He swiped a kiss, then gestured for her to sit at the table. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
Her fingers brushed some loose strands of hair behind her ear as she took a seat next to Amelie. “I didn’t hear Amelie wake up. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” He kissed the top of her head as he set her cup of tea in front of her. “I hope I made it right. Never done it before.”
He turned around to get their plates instead of waiting and watching to see what she thought about the tea. It was better if he didn’t see her twist of disgust. He’d rather think he did an amazing job and the morning would be perfect.
“Hmm. Not bad. For your first time, I’m impressed.”
