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“Chicago,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose.
She can’t stop smiling as she looks up at me like I’m the most wondrous being on earth. It makes me feel like a king. “I’m in love with you too,” she says, bouncing her shoulders in a way that tells me she’s in this too. This crazy, beautiful thing that exists between us is the real deal.
“Good. Because now that I’ve had a taste, I’ll be coming back for seconds, and thirds and…” I grin, running my fingers down the side of her face. “I think our dinner got cold.”
“I kind of forgot about that. Let me reheat it in the microwave. Chinese food heats well.” She moves to sit but I place a hand on her shoulder.
“Rest. You’re going to be sore after that. Why don’t I turn on the shower for you and I’ll have everything ready for when you come out?”
“Really?” She looks at me like offering to do something for her is the most unusual thing anyone has ever done.
“Really. It’s a man’s job to take care of his woman.” Pressing another kiss to her lips, I slide off the bed and pick up my boxers. “I’ll get that shower going.”
Annie
Jesus. He wasn’t wrong when he said I’d be sore. Standing up from the bed reveals just how much my body needed to stretch to accommodate his size. It was like a baby elephant gave up its trunk so Bax could have a penis.Ouch.But also,Ohhhh.It felt so good inside me and I have zero regrets.
“Shower’s ready,” he says, coming back into my bedroom. “Need some help getting there?”
“Oh, I..uh…” I look around and notice a smear of red against my sheets. “Oh no. I’m bleeding?”
He rushes to my side. “Just a little. It’s what happens the first time. But it won’t happen again. I’ll always make sure you’re dripping wet before I enter you.”
“That won’t be hard.” I place my hand against his bare chest. “I’m wet whenever I look at you.”
He lets out a groan then scoops me into his arms. “You can’t talk like that, babycakes. Not when you need some time to heal. I won’t be able to control myself.”
I giggle as he carries me into the bathroom then deposits me in the perfectly warm shower. The water feels so good against my skin that I close my eyes and release a moan of my own. “Won’t you join me?” I ask, somehow feeling ready to do all of that sex stuff again.
He bites his lip and shakes his head on a grin. “I’d love to. But I insist you take at least until tomorrow night to heal.”
“You’ll be here tomorrow night?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss New Year’s Eve with my girl. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”
“I could think of worse things.”
He grins then taps me lightly on the ass before he pulls the shower curtain closed and leaves me to my own devices. By the time I’m finished, he’s changed the bed sheets and our dinner is heated and on plates at the dining table with a candle lit in the center.
“This looks beautiful,” I say as I tighten the sash of my robe and take the seat he offers me. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, babycakes. I live to serve.”
Lifting my fork, I combine a little kung pao chicken and rice then slide it in my mouth. Somehow, food tastes better now. Is it because I'm no longer a virgin, or is it because I’m in love? “This is great. Where did you get it? There isn’t a Chinese takeout in Falton Falls.”
“Next town over.”
“You drove forty-five minutes there and back to bring me dinner?”
“Like I said, anything for you.”
I shake my head in awe. “I barely even know you. How are we here already?”
He bounces a shoulder as he chews. “When you know, you know. My mother always said that when I met the girl I was meant to spend my life with, it’d hit me like a truck to the chest.”
“Is that how it felt?”
“It felt like a jet engine to the chest.”
