Page 73 of Hold the Pickle
I could live in this moment for the rest of my life, sated but curious, happy but wanting more, relaxed but also filled with anticipation.
He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Condom okay?”
I nod. We can graduate to other methods later, after more discussion. He reaches over to his drawer in the nightstand. When a wrapper crinkles, I ask, “Have those been there all along?”
“Yes.”
“Right beside us.”
“Waiting.” He shifts to his side.
I can barely make out his shadow, and the movement of the condom over him is impossible to see in the dark.
I reach out to run my hands over his chest, learning every muscle and valley, the heat of his skin, and the trail of hair leading down to his?—
What did they call it in the books?
Cock? Erection? Sword? I smile in the dark.Pickle.
I reach for it, feeling the bump of the lip of the condom and run my fingers lightly along the length. I should have done this before he put it on.
Another night.
And it hits me that I can do this whenever I like. There is no need for dates or restaurants or a dance ofwill he or won’t he call?
He’s right here. He lives here.
I grip him with some pressure, and he sucks in a breath. “Nadia…”
What do I want this first time? Something traditional, with him on top of me? Do I want to ride him in his lap? Him behind me? Side-by-side? On the edge of the bed?
So many possibilities.
But as he crawls over my body, kissing his way over my skin, I let him take the lead. With so much time ahead of us, we can explore. Every position. Every way to connect.
When his naked body is over mine, it feels completely right. Like he’s come home. Like this was always meant to be. He brushes loose hair off my forehead, kissing along my jaw. His mouth claims mine again, and it’s glorious to realize I already recognize the taste of him. Another part of Dalton I know.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” he whispers against my hair.
“I know. I always thought we considered this part more the day we met than on any other day.”
He chuckles. “Maybe you thought it more that day.”
I smile against his forehead. “You’re right. I definitely thought about it after seeing you naked coming out of the shower.”
“I may have thought about it almost every day.”
“Really?” He never showed it.
His fingers glide along the side of my breast and down my waist to slip inside me again.
My chin lifts, and I suck in a breath. I can’t believe I want more. I felt so relaxed and sated a minute ago. But now I want him. I want all of him inside me.
“Dalton?”
He knows what I’m asking. Why I’m saying his name. He shifts again, sliding my thighs open with his knee. The sheets beneath my legs feel silky and cool. It’s decidedly sexy, parting for him.
Then he’s there, moving aside his hand to slip inside me.
