Page 79 of The Baby Dragon Bakery
She reached for his belt, and he slowed, pulling back to look at her eyes. His pupils were blown wide. “Are you sure?” he asked, voice ragged. He was having difficulty speaking.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Lock the door.”
He did, then was back in a second, before she could even miss the warmth of his body. He kissed her again, and she bit his lower lip. He made a strangled sound.
She pulled back, looking into his dark eyes.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispered, trying not to laugh. “My parents.”
“Please don’t bring up your parents right now,” he begged, but he was trying not to laugh, too, and they both failed, giggling.
“This is ridiculous,” she said. “It’s like we’re teenagers sneaking around and not adults.”
“It’s good we aren’t teenagers,” he said, hands dancing across her skin. “I’m way more experienced now.”
He gave her a wicked grin, slipping one of his hands under her shorts. Her sharp intake of breath filled the room, and he covered her mouth with his other hand, silencing her. Desire pulsed through her, making her dizzy.
“Do try and be quiet,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.
She bit his finger, and his lips tilted. He moved his hand from her mouth to cup her face, turning her head to bare her throat.
He kissed her neck, and she swallowed the moan rising in her throat, twining her hands in his hair as he moved his fingers.
And then he showed her just what he had meant about being more experienced now: first with his hand, and then, finally, they peeled off the rest of their clothes, and he pushed inside of her.
She bit hard on her bottom lip, trying not to cry out, her entire body pulled taut as they moved together, their eyes locked. She had never felt more in sync with anybody. They were as one person, completely, entirely.
Pleasure mounted inside of her. It felt like stars colliding, burning together to become something brighter, something new, until white sparks poured over her and she was overcome with pure bliss. She had never felt more alive.
After, they both lay flat on their backs, catching their breath. She turned her head to look over at him, and he did, too.
At the same time, they both grinned. They turned onto their sides, holding each other’s hands. He kissed her palm, and delight spread through her.
They already had a million memories together, but she knew this would be the one she would return to again and again.
Chapter 29
The next day was Sunday, which was good, since they had time off from work and the whole day to spend together.
When Theo woke up beside Lavinia, in her bed, his first thought was that surely he was dreaming. But then Lavinia turned onto her side, hitting him in the chest with her flailing arm, and the contact was enough to let him know he was, in fact, awake.
Theo smiled, holding her cold hand, blowing air to warm it. The rest of her was huddled under the blanket, and he put a hand on her waist, gently shaking her awake.
It was still early, and she groaned, rousing. He was afraid she would regret what they had done last night, but when her eyes opened and saw him, she only giggled, pleased.
He smiled. “Should we get up before your parents?” he asked. “Finding us naked in your bedroom might not be the best way to break the news.”
“Right,” she said. “And what are we, exactly?”
Her tone was teasing, but her brown eyes were serious and worried. Fondness spread across his chest. He smiled.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he said, pretending to think. “We’re best friends, and now lovers.” Her face lit up. “In simpler terms, can I be your boyfriend?”
“Hm.” Now she pretended to think, trying not to smile. “You might have to convince me. What are some perks I can expect out of being your girlfriend?”
“Why don’t I show you?” he said, pushing her flat onto her back.
That distracted them for another half-hour, and after, she stretched like a cat in sunlight, content. “Alright,” she acquiesced. “You can be my boyfriend. So long as you keep that up.”
