Page 51 of Reunion With Benefits

It was so tempting to draw out the sweet torture. She tried for a few more seconds, but got caught in her own trap. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and their joint breathing echoed around the room. The heated skin and slow thrust of his body into hers had that tension winding inside her again. Every muscle tightened as her head fell back.

She let her hair drop down her back. Dug her fingernails into his skin, imprinting marks on his chest. A wild need fueled her now. An almost primal need to get closer, to feel his body buck under hers.

His hands settled on her hips and he held her there. Kept her suspended on her knees as he lifted his hips up and down. That final move had her head spinning. The building inside her spilled over. The orgasm hit her before she was ready but right when she needed it. Raw and pulsing, her body let go.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations riding her. Feeling him tense under her. She knew he was close and tightened her thighs on either side of his waist to make it happen. Then they both lost it. Their breaths mixed and their muscles shook. She came and he got there right after her.

There were words she needed to say. But her mind couldn’t hold a thought. Whatever it was would have to wait until breakfast, or at least until her brain restarted. Until then she could close her eyes again.

She sank down, curling up on his chest. Loving the feel of his strong arms as they wrapped around her. Their bodies were joined and hot. They should head for the shower. That needed to happen...

She drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Two hours later, he walked around her kitchen, cursing her for not having milk in the house. She drank her coffee black and professed a general disdain for milk. She insisted adults didn’t have a big glass of the stuff with any meal. She wasn’t wrong about that part, but a guy needed certain things in his morning beverage.

Thanks to the sex, he was willing to let the oversight slide this time. Probably every time.

He turned around and leaned against the cabinet next to the stove. His gaze moved over the condo. From here, he could see the living area and catch a peek of the unmade bed they just crawled out of down the hall to the left. Another bathroom and bedroom sat on the right side of the condo. He barely ventured over there because he had no intention of sleeping separate from her.

The sectional caught his attention. The thing was not small. She mentioned something about wanting a couch that could function as a bed when she was too lazy to get up. A place she could curl up and watch movies. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but from the pillows stacked on it and on the floor around it, and that blanket rolled up in a ball, he couldn’t deny his love of relaxing on it with her.

“Good morning.” She walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts and a slim-fitting T-shirt. It had a tiny dog with big eyes on it.

He appreciated the outfit. It might be his second favorite, next to that red wrap dress. That thing went in his clothing Hall of Fame. He seriously considered wading into her walk-in closet to find it and move it to the front as a hint.

She was barefoot and those legs went on forever. Much more of this and they’d be back in that bedroom for round three.

She took his mug and grabbed a quick sip. “Have you finally come to your senses and started drinking your coffee black?”

“You’re out of milk.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Which should be illegal.”

She took another sip. “I have that stuff you don’t need to refrigerate.”

She had to be kidding with that. “Woman, no.”

“Fine.” She smiled as she poured her own cup and joined him in leaning against the cabinets.

They both surveyed the condo. It was a quiet, relaxing morning. Not the way he was used to getting up but he hoped it became a habit.

“I need to ask you a weird question.”

And then she ruined the peace with that comment.

“You have got to stop beginning conversations with that sort of phrase.” He pretended to wipe his forehead. “I’m already sweating.”

“The topic won’t help.”

Yeah, he needed to put down the breakable mug. He set it on the counter and faced her, not sure what was about to hit him. “And?”

“We didn’t use a condom the first time.”

He let out some of the breath he’d been holding. They’d already been through this, but maybe she forgot because she was sick with a fever at the time. “I’m sorry. That was my fault.”

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