“I wasn’t taking any chances.” He poured the clear liquid on his hand, then stroked it over his cock. He drizzled more on his fingers and pressed them inside her, chuckling when she jumped. “Like that,” he murmured. “Let me make you nice and slick for me.”
She softened and grew more wet. Yes, she was slick. For him.
This was right.
She lifted her arms and he slipped into her embrace and her. This time when he thrust inside her, it was easy, natural. Their bodies moved together, her legs and arms wrapping around him. There was a spot deep inside he kept rubbing against . . . right there. Her eyes rolled back as he tapped it again and again, taking cues from her body.
It was perfection. It was glorious. It was everything she could have dreamed of.
She cupped his face above her. His eyes were hard and focused, brow furrowed. When she clenched down on him in a shivering climax he let himself go, fucking her in short rapid strokes. His groan echoed hers through the silent room.
He straightened up on his arms to take his weight off her, his big chest rising and falling. “Sorry that was so quick.”
That was quick? “I enjoyed it,” she said. What an understatement.
Jas kissed her deeply, then got up. “Be right back.” He went into the bathroom. She lay there and thought about how her body felt. Different, yet the same. Satisfied. For now.
Katrina made a happy noise when he got into bed and lay down next to her.
He kissed her nose. “It’s toast, by the way.”
“What?”
“I love toast. It’s my favorite breakfast food.”
She laughed, surprised. “That’s . . . such a simple thing. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“When I was young, my grandma used to bake bread, and she’d let me have the first slice in the morning, slathered with hot butter.” His smile was fond. “I love toast.”
“I will make sure you get toast. You do have to eat breakfast in the kitchen from now on. With me. That’s the difference between a boyfriend and an employee.”
His smile took her by surprise. “This is probably a good time to tell you I’m quitting.”
“Please, let me fire you. You could collect unemployment,” she teased.
He sobered and played with her fingers. “Samson’s friend, he said I should consult for their organization that they’re a part of. The CTE one? They want to expand to vets.”
“When did this happen?”
“Before we left. I went out with them. But I think instead of consulting . . . I’ll ask him for some resources.” He grimaced. “McGuire is getting pardoned tomorrow, and Lorne said she would handle the media by herself, but I know it’ll stir things up. I think I’ll take some time to decide what I want to do with myself. I’ll probably stay in cybersecurity but I need a minute to get some help and sort stuff out.”
“Oh.” There went her heart, soaring. “I think that’s smart.”
He pulled her close. “You were right. I do need to ask for what I want more. I’ve been thinking about it since I left you, and every time I’ve done it lately, asked for what I needed, I’ve been happy after.”
He sounded so mystified by the concept of feeling good because someone saw to his needs. She cuddled closer to him and slung her arm over his chest. His delicious, beautiful chest. Focus. “Yes. Makes sense.”
“I’ll keep building my support network while we build something together.”
“I like that.” She rose up on her elbow. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do to you,” she said, with great bashfulness.
“Oh yeah? Go for it.”
She stretched up, and placed a delicate kiss on each of his perfect eyebrows. Then she smoothed them with her fingers.
With a satisfied sigh, she rested her head on his chest. “Thank you.”
“That was a very weird thing to do, but you’re welcome.”
Could she time her pulse to his? “I’d also like to big-spoon you eventually.”
Jas’s chest rumbled under her ear. “You’d be more like a backpack, wouldn’t you?”
“It would suffice.” She interlaced her fingers with his. “You feel that? Those zings?”
“Zings, huh?” He kissed her fingers. “Okay. Let’s call them that.”
“Yes.” She pressed a kiss on his pec. They were silent for a long time, their breathing in sync.
Katrina tried to close her eyes, but she was so happy and excited and hopeful, they kept popping open. She readjusted herself and gazed at the dark ceiling. “Jas?”
His voice was sleepy, but he answered. She knew he’d answer. “Yes?”
Her heart was aglow, and she needed to share it. Radically happy. “I’ve always thought it would be romantic to have a meet-cute with someone, but I think actually we’re in a perpetual meet-cute, you know? Like it’s never-ending, us finding each other.”
His response to her mushiness was as perfect as his eyebrows. “Works for me.” He rolled over, pulling her under him. He captured her mouth, then whispered into it, “It’s always a pleasure to meet you.”