Been There Done That (Leffersbee #1) - Hope Ellis Page 0,111

I leaned forward to whisper it in his ear, then enjoyed the involuntary twitch of his hips when I bit his earlobe.

“Me too, me too,” he rasped. “I get tested on a regular basis, I can send you the results.”

“Mmmm.” I chased the scent of him, tasted the thin skin of his neck. “Me too. I’m clean, you’re clean. Sounds like we’re both safe.”

“So, we’re doing this,” Nick asked, and I’d have laughed at the near-octave his voice jumped if I hadn’t been so out of my mind with lust.

“Yeah. I wanna feel you without anything between us.”

“Dear God, yes. Yes, let’s make that happen then.”

I shifted and lowered myself on him slowly, delicious centimeter by delicious centimeter, relishing the pleasure-pain of this impalement. Loving the way Nick writhed as if on a torture rack, fisted the sheets, swore.

Begged.

And then I finally took all of him, feeling our pelvises touch.

Nick gave a sharp intake of breath as I squeezed him experimentally.

Yes.

“This is mine,” I told him, feeling rich with power, brimming with the certainty that this, us, we, were meant to be.

Always had been.

“I thought I could go slow,” I moaned, feeling my hips quicken, the flashpoint of my orgasm that much closer. “I wanted to savor this.”

“We’ll go for slow next time.” He reared up, fastened his mouth to my nipple, his hips pistoning beneath me. “We’ve got time. We’ve got forever.”

We both came together, on the same breath, every part of our bodies entangled and pulsing. He pulled me into him, leaving our connection intact.

“This is forever,” he repeated in my ear, and I relaxed into him. Pliant.

Perfectly willing to wait for forever.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Zora

“No, Sir Duke. Let her sleep. We can’t convince her to stay if she doesn’t get her rest.”

I cracked open an eye and aimed a glare at the handsome man and dog in the doorway.

“Am I supposed to fall for this sham act?”

Sir Duke’s ear perked up when he heard my voice. Less than a second later, I was covered by over 150 pounds of greyhound. I shrieked as the dog’s coarse, wet tongue laved my face.

Nick laughed, then he was there too, sliding alongside me on the bed.

“You two suck,” I managed. Nick’s searching fingers found all my sensitive spots under the covers and tickled me until I begged for mercy.

Sir Duke howled along with my squeals.

It was a mess.

A wonderful, messy, loud mess. And it was all mine.

They both were.

Nick maneuvered my prone body until it was under his, his mouth sliding hotly against mine.

“Nick,” I protested, feeling mortified when I tasted the fresh mint on his breath and realized I hadn’t brushed. “You’re both animals! Licking me—”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he rasped in my ear, his hand sliding down to make mischief. “When I got you so wet with my mouth that you drenched the sheets—”

“Shh!”

Humor lit his eyes. I stared into those green eyes, arrested by the difference in him. He looked younger. Well-rested. Happy, with the hard edges gone.

“Who’s going to hear me?”

“Don’t corrupt Sir Duke.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You weren’t thinking about any of that when you were screaming—”

“Okay, fine. I’m up, I’ll get up now.” I laughed. Nick gave Sir Duke a signal and they both clambered off the bed. “Are you both always up this early?”

He arched a brow at me. “Well, yes, if you considered noon early.”

I threw back the covers in panic. “Oh, my God. It’s noon? I have to get into work.”

“It’s also Saturday, baby. Hopefully you’re not planning to go in on a Saturday.”

Baby. I could get used to this, I decided.

“Well, I should go in, but if it’s Saturday that changes things.”

“Sir Duke and I have already been out on our morning run. We’re hungry. We should get breakfast. It was his idea.”

God. How had I gotten so lucky?

“I could eat.”

He made a show of covering both Sir Duke’s ears with his hands. “We should take a shower. You especially. You’ve got me all over you.” I grinned at his self-satisfied smirk. He looked so damn happy for the first time since he’d arrived in Green Valley.

So was I.

“I think you’ve had me just about every way.” He raised brows significantly. “If you still want to test out that theory about my preference for bleached or unbleached—”

“Nick!”

“Alright, alright.”

I pushed back the covers, winding the sheet around me. I loved the hushed, wide-eyed look he gave me as I headed into the bathroom. I turned back and gave