“Ah, fuck! Don’t stop. I-I’m right there,” she stammers.
Pumping my fingers harder, I hook them up, wiggling them back and forth against her g-spot when I feel her begin to clench around me.
“Carson!” she cries a moment later as her body finds its release, and she pulses around my fingers.
I release her nipple and crash my lips to hers as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She whimpers against my lips when I pull my fingers out. Her eyes widen when I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I can’t help the low groan that slips out when I get my first taste of her.
“I-I think this place has to go in the book,” she half stutters, half sighs as she sinks back into the water.
I chuckle at that. “Let me wash your hair while you brainstorm some scenes. Didn’t you tell me the other night that you get your best ideas while you’re washing your hair or driving?”
Dakota stares up at me as I reach for her shampoo. “How are you even real?” she asks.
Taking her hand in mine, I kiss the inside of her wrist. “These fingers will type a best-seller someday; I just know it. In the meantime, I’ve got to give you all the inspiration for what your male main character should be doing. Why do you think I read as many of the books you leave around the house as I can? If I want to be the best real-life boyfriend, I have to stack up to your book boyfriends.”
She giggles at me, shaking her head as she moves her hand to cup my face and brushes my cheek with her thumb. “I don’t want you to be like any of the men I read about in books. I like you just the way you are, Golden Boy. You’re already far better than any fictitious man I could ever imagine.”
I waggle my eyebrows at that. “And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
After I finish washing her hair, I dip my arms beneath the water, scoop her up in my arms, and carry her to our bed.
“Carson!” she squeals in disbelief when I toss her onto the bed. “I’m going to get it all wet.”
“I don’t care. I’ll have housekeeping change the sheets after we order room service. For now, I just want to snuggle with you, Dream Girl.”
And so we do. I tuck us in beneath the blankets and we order far too much room service for just the two of us. We stay up talking for so long that my voice becomes hoarse, and our eyes struggle to stay open. When she trails off mid-sentence and her breathing turns shallow, I softly chuckle to myself.
Dakota came crashing into my life a year ago, and even though I knew she was my dream girl, I never anticipated we’d be where we are right now. I pull her tighter against my chest and gently squeeze her hand resting atop my chest three times before drifting off to sleep with a full heart.
24
August
The next morning, Carson wakes charged with energy, buzzing about the secret plans he made for us today. I don’t even ask what they are because I don’t want to ruin the surprise he clearly put a lot of thought into.
Walking out of the bathroom in a white tank bodysuit tucked into a cream linen skort and white fashion sneakers, I grab my brown leather crossbody bag on my way out of the bedroom when a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind.
I let out a shriek even though I know it’s Carson.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmurs into my ear before placing a trail of lingering kisses down my neck.
“You’re fine, I knew it was you,” I sigh, loving how his lips feel pressed against my skin.
“You look gorgeous,” he tells me as I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. “Look at us coordinating without trying. We’re already couple goals.”
Trailing my eyes down his body, I take in his outfit. He’s wearing a muted bluish-gray shirt, white shorts, and white sneakers.
“Did I miss the part where we became a couple?” I playfully tease.
His eyebrows crease in confusion. “You said you were mine, and you already know I’ve been yours since long before the night of the concert. I’m new to this relationship business. Did I miss a step?” he questions.
Wait, did he just say what I think he said?
“What do you mean you’re new to relationships?” I ask.
He smiles sheepishly as he runs his hands up and down my back. “I-uh haven’t really done this officially before.”
