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I could still feel him inside me and flexed experimentally. He hissed, half pleasure and half pain. The slow removal of his cock, that delicious drag against my inner walls, had me moaning again. I tossed my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, still breathing heavily.
“You okay?” Ren asked, concerned.
“More than okay. That was—” I didn’t have words for what that was. “It was great.” I felt stupid for saying it, but I didn’t have the brainpower to come up with anything better.
“You’re great,” he said with a grin in his voice. Ren gathered me up in his arms and rolled us on our sides to stare at each other. His eyes were still wild, full of fire, but slowly softened with every second. “You’re more than great.” He placed a soft kiss to my lips, pulling me close. “You’re amazing.
CHAPTER 14
THENEXTMORNING, I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I covered myself in a sheet and wandered out to the living room. I found my discarded dress on the floor and clutched it in my hand as I wandered to the kitchen.
Ren stood at the stove with a spatula in his hand, dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair loose around his shoulders. The sight of him sent a pulse of arousal shooting through me. Even after last night, he still had that kind of power over me—especially after last night, now that I knew exactly how good he could make me feel.
Ren gave me a big grin when he saw me. “I just put the bacon on, if you want to take a shower.”
I felt acutely sticky in multiple places. A shower would be a good idea.
“Wait.” Ren left the stove and came over to kiss me good morning. I was so wrapped up in the warmth of his lips that I didn’t notice him tugging on my sheet until it fell to the floor. He grinned as I squeaked, wrapping his arms around my naked body, not letting me bend down to pick it up.
“This is a wonderful sight to wake up to,” he said, teasing. His hands ran down my shoulders, squeezing my ribcage, until he reached my ass, caressing and kneading.
I was already starting to get wet again.
“I need to shower,” I told him weakly. Even if he wanted to go again, I didn’t want to be a smelly, sticky mess.
He laughed and let me go with one more kiss. “You’ve got ten minutes until the food’s ready.”
I rushed into the bathroom and did a thorough clean up. I had to use Ren’s toothbrush, but I figured he wouldn’t mind.
I stared at myself in the fogged mirror as I brushed. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes sparkling. I had a silly look on my face even around the toothbrush in my mouth.
God, last night had been…
“Ivy!” Ren called. “Bacon’s ready. Do I have to drag you out half-naked?” I could almost hear the wicked grin. “‘Cause I think I might prefer that.”
I tugged my dress on quickly and smoothed my hair. I was glad I rarely wore much makeup, because Ren was going to see my bare face for the first time. At least the flush on my cheeks gave me some color.
I thought the morning after would be painful and awkward, but it wasn’t. We chatted about our song as we ate breakfast, playing with each other’s feet under the table. I wanted to help with the dishes, but Ren insisted I sit down and leave them for him. I felt awkward just sitting at the kitchen table and thought about getting my phone to play with, then I remembered the text message I’d gotten last night. Ren’s birthday.
He had just finished with the dishes, so I snuck up behind him and gave him a hug. He turned around and squeezed me back.
“Come out into the living room,” I suggested.
“You want more sofa cuddles?” he teased. “I have to leave soon. We both know what happened when we cuddle on the sofa.”
I blushed. I wouldn’t mind more ofthat, but he was right. He had to get back into the studio to make up for the lost time he spent with me. “I just don’t want to forget to give you something.” I hurried to my purse and grabbed the envelope. It wasn't anything special. I didn't figure a guy like Ren would appreciate a gift box with girly bows and ribbons.
“Here.” I handed him the envelope. I hoped he liked it.
“Ivy, you didn't have to.” He carefully peeled the flap away from the front, taking care not to rip it. “I didn't expect you to get me anything. The three month anniversary thing was just an excuse, really.”
“It's not an anniversary present,” I told him. “It’s a birthday present.”
His eyes went wide as he read the tickets. I saw his breath catch in his throat. I rushed to explain.
“When we were teenagers I wanted to invite you out to a concert, but I never worked up the courage.” I didn't mention that he'd left before I'd been able to.
Ren had frozen, standing completely still as he stared at the tickets with an odd expression on his face. I couldn't read it.
