Page 8 of Yes to The Holidays
As he grunted, our skin slapping together and sweat glistening over his perfect form, my eyes rolled back, and waves crashed through me as my walls contracted around him, the waves seeming to move through my channel and my clit at the same time.
I let out a cry before my limbs went limp, and he crashed over me, holding himself on his forearms. I wanted to cradle him or caress him, but I couldn’t move.
Panting, he asked, “Are you alright?”
I rolled my head because that’s all the movement I could muster. “Am I alive?” My voice was gravelly.
He chuckled, stroking my hair off my face. I opened my eyes, and he was looking down over me, his dimples prominent from his wide grin. “I hope so. How do you feel?”
“I’ve never felt like that during sex. That was mind-altering.”
“Good. Hopefully I did what you asked.”
“Huh?”
He chuckled. “You wanted the sense fucked out of you.”
Grinning, I told him, “Yes, you did a great job.”
Chapter 6
Odin
Janie was impossibly perfect. We had finally eaten the appetizers, had another beer, and enjoyed some shower time together. She passed out with wet hair, and lay on my chest, purring softly as she slept before I drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, she woke me in a very welcoming way before she got dressed to go home. She needed a change of clothes, and a shower with her own things before we could go on our excursions for the day.
A small part of me worried that she wouldn’t return. The night had been so amazing. We talked, we laughed, and we had mind-blowing sex; it was perfect. But she was leaving a marriage and seemed to have a lot going on with work.Was I just a fun one-nightstand to relieve some pressure?
I cheered up when there was a knock on my door, and she appeared through the peephole. “Come in, come in.” I pulled her in, then held her against me, breathing in a soft hint of peaches. “You smell good enough to eat,” I mumbled against her neck, taking a quick taste.
She giggled and squirmed but didn't loosen her grasp on my shoulders. “Peach Cobbler. In a bottle. What can I say, Georgia girl for life.”
I was starting to love Georgia more and more. “You ready? Should we get breakfast? I can order room service.”
She shook her head, beaming. “We’re going to get breakfast on the way. You need therealGeorgia experience.” She waggled her brows.
I cocked a brow but grabbed my coat. “Shall I drive?”
“Oh! No. I have a rideshare waiting. I almost forgot. But neither of us needs to be operating a vehicle today.”
I tilted my head, but I didn’t question her. Instead, I put my coat on and took her hand.
Outside, she led me to the waiting SUV. “We’re ready,” she told the driver.
“Where’re we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I grinned, then threaded my hand into hers. Leaning over, I pecked her cheek, but she turned before I backed away and stole a kiss. Not hurried or sexual, sweet and warm.
The driver took us out of the city and, after about twenty minutes, pulled into a Waffle House. I tried to pay, but the driver explained Janie had taken care of it. He also stepped out and opened her door, so I exited and took her hand as she walked around the front.
Before I pulled the door open, batter and bacon wafted to my nose. I reached behind her to open yet another door, even though the space between doors barely held two people, then followed her in.
It was packed, so we went to the counter to sit. We had to ask a gentleman if he could move down one so we could sit together.
It was bustling and loud. “This place is insane. Isn’t it a chain?” I asked.
