Page 99 of Grit
“Oh. Right.” She scooted over, and Cary lifted the covers up. She moved back and he pulled the sheet over them as she nestled herself in his arms.
Cary kissed her temple, enjoying the heat of her skin against his. His whole body felt lit up. The only other time he’d ever felt this good was climbing a new mountain. His heart was racing; he felt light-headed with pleasure.
Melissa murmured. “Are you going to try ordering me around when we’re not in bed?”
His eyes were drooping. “Pretty sure doing that when you’re not naked will just result in more arguments than I want to deal with.”
“Yeah, probably.” She sighed. “I feel so relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
The low laugh rumbled in his chest. “I told you I knew what you needed.”
She looked up, her eyes narrowed. “Oh hey. Thisisthe most relaxed I’ve seen you.”
Cary reached down and pinched her bottom. “Go to sleep. I want to do this again in the morning.”
They did doit again in the morning. By the time Cary was done with her, Melissa had come so many times he’d stopped counting.
Not really. It was seven. She came seven times. Mission accomplished. She was looser than he’d ever seen her.
He made her breakfast after they got up. He didn’t have a ton of food, but he could do eggs and toast. She managed to put away four eggs; clearly she was starving.
“I forgot to eat yesterday,” she said between bites.
“Did you eat lunch at all?” He dipped his toast in the egg yolk. “I know you didn’t eat much dinner.”
“I didn’t have time for lunch.”
He shook his head. “You need to not do that shit, Missy. You know it’s not good for you.”
“I had a granola bar.”
He reached for her purse and peeked inside. “Are there any left? You might eat all my food. I better take a couple.”
“Hey!” She grabbed her purse, laughing as she tugged it away. “You can’t just look through my purse.”
“I’m your boyfriend now. I can’t look through your purse?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “You’re my boyfriend?”
“You told me you love me. I better be your boyfriend.”
She wrinkled her nose, but she looked pleased. “Can we be boyfriend and girlfriend at our age? Aren’t we too old?”
“I don’t give a shit.” He gulped some coffee. He was out of milk, but luckily Melissa didn’t mind it black. “I’m not gonna call you my significant other. What does that even mean?”
“That you’re significant. And… other?”
“Exactly.” He took another bite of eggs. “I’m fine with being a boyfriend as long as I’m yours.”
She set her fork down. “Okay, seriously?”
He frowned. “What?”
“How are you so unintentionally romantic?”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
