“Jesus, the kitchen table? It’s my favorite spot in the house, and now I’m gonna have to think about the two of you fucking every time I eat?” Levi grunts as the door shuts behind him.
We both laugh, and for the first time in years, I let myself believe that maybe it’s not too late for our happily ever after.
Chapter Forty-Two
Bennett
Her leg slides over mine, waking me. The warmth of her body tucks against my side, her cheek on my shoulder, her fingers running across my chest.
Delaney.
She’s here.
It was all real. Not a dream.
Soft light pours in through her bedroom window. It’s a new day that feels like the start of something exciting. A future with her.
There’s so much we need to discuss. Telling the girls, people in town. Where do we go from here?
She shifts beside me with a sleepy hum, nuzzling closer. Her bare thigh brushes higher, and I bite back a groan. All those thoughts about how we’ll handle things goes out the window.
She’s still naked.
And so am I.
Memories from last night run through my mind. On the kitchen table, in the shower, in her bed multiple times. All through the night, the lightest touch from the other awoke a need that had to be taken care of.
I brush my lips against her hair. “Morning.”
Her hand moves, slow and lazy, over my stomach. Tracing lines as she dips lower. Her fingers wrap around my hardened length, and I suck in a breath.
“Morning,” she says with humor in her voice because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Laney…” I warn, but there’s no heat behind it. I’m ready to have her again.
She props herself up on one elbow. Her hair is wild around her face, her eyes heavy with sleep except for a wicked grin.
“I didn’t get to return the favor last night,” she whispers, voice rough and warm against my neck.
“You absolutely don’t?—”
She cuts me off with a kiss to my jaw, then my chest, moving lower.
My head sinks back into the pillow, and I close my eyes at the feel of her.
She slides down between the sheets, her lips trailing a path that leaves fire in its wake. My hands fist the blankets the second she grips my base, and her mouth wraps around me. I groan, lifting my hips. She teases me with long strokes of her tongue, her hand working in rhythm.
“Fuck.”
She hums around me.
I look down at her lips stretched around my cock, her cheeks flushed, and the sight alone nearly makes me come.
I brush her hair back, my thumb skimming over her cheek. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She pulls off me just long enough to murmur, “You’ll die happy then.”
Then she takes me deeper, and I might just die.
