“Yes.”
“I have a home in the countryside, twenty acres of land.”
I had no idea where this was going. He couldn’t grow them in the countryside because it wasn’t sunny and warm anywhere.
“I built a greenhouse…so I can grow them all year-round for you.” He didn’t look me in the eye as he made his confession, like he was embarrassed to say that out loud, even more irritated to hear himself say it.
I suddenly couldn’t feel my fingers. Couldn’t feel my own heartbeat. I watched him stare at the counter to avoid my gaze, watched him deal with the sudden intensity that had entered the room. Now I couldn’t look at him the same, couldn’t see him as the sexy piece of man that occupied my bed. He was so much more now…I knew he’d always been more. I just didn’t realize.
I moved around the counter and stepped up to him, my hands gripping the sides of his face to force his look on me, to look at me with those blue eyes that were oxygen to my lungs. I pressed my forehead to his chin and closed my eyes, my heart suddenly aching like I was in pain. When I opened my eyes again, I kissed him, kissed him slow and soft.
His arms secured around my waist, and he pulled me close, his large hands digging into me to keep me against his beating heart. He kissed me back, turning into the confident and powerful man I knew. His hands were all over me, his kiss was authoritative.
I jumped up, knowing he would catch me without even looking at me, his mind and body so in sync with mine. His strong arms caught me, and he lifted me onto the island counter, my legs circling his waist.
My hands yanked his shirt over his head, our movements speeding up now that we grew more impatient, more desperate. My nails clawed at his bare back, and I pulled him in to kiss me, my ankles digging into his ass through his jeans.
His lips moved to my neck, and he kissed me as I undid his jeans, his hot breaths in my ear.
I fell into him as he fell into me, getting lost in the storm that surrounded us both. Our dinner was forgotten because neither one of us needed food for sustenance. The only thing we needed was each other—all of each other.
His heavy body was on top of mine, his groan fading away as he finished his orgasm, filling me with his come. His hips flexed slightly, moving his wet dick inside me. His face was close to mine, and he closed his eyes as he recuperated from the pleasure he’d just felt.
My nails were deep in his back, and my crossed ankles were deep against his ass. I kept him close to me because I never wanted him to leave, to pull himself out of me and break this unbelievable connection.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, giving me that intense expression like he wanted to claim me again, even though he already had so many times.
Then my phone started to ring on the nightstand, the noise piercing our silence.
He stared at me.
I didn’t reach for the phone, tuned out the sound of it altogether.
“Are you going to get that?” he whispered.
“No.” My hands slid up his back and into his hair. “I couldn’t care less who’s calling me.” This man was the only thing that mattered right now. Nobody ever called me, so it was probably spam. But even if it wasn’t, I didn’t care.
He started to pull out of me.
My ankles tightened, and I secured him against my body. “No…”
His dick had softened inside me, sheathed in his come as well as mine. He brought his face close to mine again, looking into my gaze.
“I like it when you’re inside me.” I raised my head and kissed his soft lips above mine.
He kissed me back, his hands grabbing mine and pinning them above my head.
Good. I didn’t want to go anywhere.
He held himself on top of me, looking into my face. “We’ve been at this for hours… I need some time.” His dick was always hard for me, but after several sessions and many climaxes, he was done for a while.
“I know. I still like you inside me.”
His eyes turned affectionate.
“I’m hungry…”
He smiled slightly. “I can make something.”
“No.” I squeezed his waist.
“Alright, then I guess we’ll starve.”
“Let’s order a pizza or something.”
“I really don’t mind cooking.”
“I know, but that means you’ll have to leave…”
He continued to look down at me, his hands around my wrists. “I’ll have to leave to answer the door when the pizza arrives.”
“Yeah, but that’s not for at least thirty minutes.”
That slight smile was still on his lips, finding my clinginess endearing rather than annoying. “Alright, let’s order a pizza.”
I pulled out of his grasp and grabbed my phone. There was an app on my phone, so I opened it and quickly ordered something before I tossed it aside.
His eyes hadn’t left mine. “Now what?”
“We just stay like this.”
He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, rubbing his nose against mine. Then he pulled out of me and rolled over, moving to his back beside me.
I turned to him, snuggling into his side.
He rolled in my direction and hiked my thigh over his hips. We were still close together, lying in my dark apartment because there was nothing else we’d rather be doing. I could do this every moment for the rest of my life, just live in this beautiful bubble.
“What did you order?”
“Margherita.”
“Sounds good.”
My hand moved up his chest until it cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble on his chin. My fingers rubbed across it, feeling the resistance of the thick hair. My fingers touched his lip, stroked his jawline, memorized every detail of his face.
