Page 160 of Spicy Ever After
And since I can’t let myself say the words yet—I mean a post-coital love blurt is pretty cliché, and I refuse to be a cliché—I take over the kiss, making it more than holy.
“Mmmm.”
To my surprise, his cock leaps inside me and my pussy answers with a flutter.
I gasp. He moans.
He kisses me deeply again.
And, damn, the same thing happens.
“I think we’re onto something,” I whisper.
He chuckles softly, drawing back. “I’d love to explore it, but I should take care of the condom.”
Oh. Right. That.
The fresh reminder that I’m inexperienced is humbling, but nothing compared to the feeling of Beck leaving my body.
I have to physically stop myself from jerking him back.
At the bedside he leans down and kisses my forehead. “Be right back.”
Shit.
Tears are so stupid.
But I’ve never been here before.
Teetering between delirious happiness and sheer dread.
Why did nobody warn me how scary it is to love someone? How the moment you fall for them, your heart is at the greatest risk.
Why, it’s fucking unbearable!
I blame Margaret. Surely, she should have told me. I mean, this had to have happened to her the moment she fell for Merrick, right?
Then again, maybe not. If ever there were a fairytale love story, it’s theirs. They probably fell in love at the exact same instant and made synchronized declarations, pledging to live happily ever after while songbirds twittered in heart-shaped formations above their heads.
I snort. That sounds about right.
Beck runs the tap in the bathroom sink, and the sound brings me back to now.
Still naked, he walks out holding a wet washcloth in one hand and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Would you bend your knees?”
I frown at him but bend my legs anyway. “What for?”
His smile looks shy. “So I can take care of you.” Then he presses the warm washcloth to my sex. The act is so surprising and yet so intimate, I grip his thigh.
“Tender?” he asks, a frown of concern creasing his brow.
The warmth is so soothing, I must be a bit tender. “I guess… a little.”
He nods, focusing on the task at hand, touching me so gently but without the least bit of hesitation or embarrassment.
So I feel no embarrassment either. Yet I’ve never felt more humbled.
