Page 95 of Truth, Lies, and Second Dates
He obliged, moving tentatively at first, then gaining confidence as his strokes lengthened. She crossed her ankles behind his back and urged him on with a series of gasps and groans and “Oh Gooooood, that’s good…” Her orgasm took her by surprise (again!) as she shivered and tightened around him, as he dipped his head for a messy kiss.
“Is it—is this good?” he panted.
“Perfect,” she murmured against his mouth. “Oh, you feelsogood. When you get some practice under your belt—”
He groaned.
“Sorry! Totally unintentional pun. I was just—just saying—ah—that if you’re—ah—this goodnow—oh-oh-oh-oh—imagine what—ah—what—Christ, I’m coming again…”
“C-can I? Can’t wait… much longer…”
“Yes! I didn’t realize you—please, yes, don’t hold back. I’ve got you. And you’ve got m—ah!”
He shuddered above her and his eyes rolled back and she thought,you’re beautiful and I’m so lucky, and then he collapsed as gently as he could.
“Oof!”
“Mupolgeez,” he mumbled against her neck, which she took for “apologies.”
“Naw. You earned that collapse. But if you’re still squashing me five minutes from now, that’s bad form.”
“Noted.”
She ran her fingers up and down the long planes of his back as he struggled to get his breath back, still hard inside her (no worries about condom leaking just yet, at least).
“That was wonderful,” he said. “You’re wonderful.”
“It was. And yes. And ditto.”
“Do not panic…”
“Oh my God.”
“I am merely making postcoital conversation—”
“Oh myGod.” What?What?What the hell could it be?
“But would you ever consider moving back to Minnesota?”
“Oh.” She paused, thought. “Let’s just say that’s not as off the table as it would have been a month ago. It’s not the state. Can’t blame Minnesota for the Monahans—and I promise that’s the last time I’ll say that name tonight.”
“Excellent. On all counts. I’m not trying to rush you,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow to gaze into her face. “I just hope you would be willing to keep your options open.”
“I will. We can talk about it. After my folks died, I always thought home was where my travel bag was. And that’s still true.” Which was something else Pete got wrong. It’s just, maybe soon, home will be where my travel bag and you and your gigantic condom collection are.”
“I adore you.”
“I—”Whoa.Her voice caught, her eyes filled—what was wrong with her? She never got choked up about stuff like this.
You never eventalkabout “stuff like this.” It’s a lot to take in; that’s all. Nothing to be scared of.
“I think you’re wonderful,” she choked out, and returnedhis kiss. “I want to be in your life. Your lives—I like Abe and Hannah, too. The thing is, I see now that it wasn’t Minnesota I hated; it was all the collateral damage.”
Tom blinked. “Yes. Of course. Are you saying you only now realized that?”
“Uh. No? No. Definitely no. Don’t be smug,” she scolded, slapping him on the bicep, because that was definitely the beginning of a smirk on his gorgeous face. “And we need to get that condom off before there’s a mess.”
“Consider me your most attentive pupil.”
