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After what felt like several minutes, they both stilled, breathing harshly, arms wrapped tightly around one another. Still connected, they pulsed together as aftershocks rippled through them. Sweat cooled on their skin.
Cal’s lips pressed against her neck. “I could get used to this,” he said.
She ran her hands over his lean back. “I don’t want this to end.” The truth stunned her.
She wasn’t just describing their physical connection.
When he eased away and slid out of her, they both groaned. Her hypersensitive nerves wanted more.
Her heart wanted more.
“I don’t want this to end, either.” His low chuckle rumbled through her. “Give me five, maybe ten minutes, and I should be good to go again with that light exertion.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The next morning,Deirdre slowly opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom where the blinds hadn’t been completely closed last night.
Last night, they had turned into each other’s arms to sleep. She studied the relaxed expression on Calvin’s face.
He was alive. Safe. Healthy.
Wow, healthy indeed.
Last night was amazing, of course. Several times they had connected in tangles of kisses and limbs.
Letting go of residual fears had left her feeling closer to him but also raw and vulnerable.
She couldn’t stop to dwell on the what-ifs of life’s uncertainties down the road.
Like how normal relationships worked.
She closed her eyes.Normal relationships.
Trust. Hope. Communication.
Living in the present without being paralyzed by the past or the future. That was what Deirdre wanted.
When she opened her eyes, Calvin was watching her with a thoughtful expression in his gray eyes. Eyes that she could fall into over and over again.
“Morning,” he said as he planted a kiss on her forehead.
Somehow that action, with them in bed with mere inches separating them, was as intimate as what they had done last night.
“Good morning,” she murmured.
Deirdre snuggled into the warmth of the bed and his body, tucking her cheek against his chest. She inhaled his scent of aftershave and warm, sexy male.
He tugged the blanket up and smoothed a hand over her shoulder. “Big day today.”
Her heart thudded. Why?
At her expression, he added, “Breakup Festival. Dunk for hospice. Icy plunge for dollars?”
“Mmm. Yep.”
In unison, they both stretched and rubbed against each other with twin whimpers at the warm, sensual friction.
A minute later, he sat up and winced slightly when his face intersected the beam of dawn light.
