fucking sexy when you come. So fucking sexy all the time. So fucking sexy now.”
His fingers dig into me. His hands grip me. And he fucks up into me, harder, wilder. He grunts and growls, teetering near the edge.
“I want you to come, baby,” I tell him, sliding my chest against his.
He groans.
“Don’t hold out for me. I’m good. I want you to.”
He grabs the back of my head, yanking me in for a fierce kiss. “You’re perfect. God, I’m so crazy for you.”
And his words, they ring in my ears. They’re like a song. They’re like bells announcing my dreams.
They’re the best thing I’ve ever heard. The man I love is crazy for me. And I’m so damn crazy for him that hearing that sends me on a fast track to pleasure.
“Say it again,” I tell him.
“Does it turn you on?”
“So much.”
He slams me hard onto him. “I’m fucking crazy for you.”
I pant. “I’m crazy for you.”
I close my eyes, riding him, riding us to the edge of pleasure, till the bliss grabs me and pulls me under. I come, and he comes, and we come together.
After, he wraps an arm around me and sighs contentedly. “I’m pretty sure that was the best sex ever in the world.”
“It definitely was. Nobody does it better,” I whisper.
“That’s for damn sure. Nobody does it better than us.”
And I know why. Because of what I feel for him, and what I hope he feels for me.
Sex makes me hungry.
We eat the sandwiches I picked up earlier.
We play Monopoly for a few minutes, and he shows me how well he can juggle the tiny shoe, the iron, and the car.
I clap like a pleased spectator at the circus. I have always been a Shaw enabler.
I wait for him to say those words. I’m crazy for you.
I want to hear him say it again when we’re not in the heat of the moment.
But I also want this moment to last as long as it can.
When he takes me to bed, we go again, and I hope those words will fall from his lips as he puts me on my hands and knees, then afterward as he draws me into his arms, curling his strong body around mine.
I suppose I could say it too. I’m an equal-opportunity gal. And I’m dying to know if tonight was the real deal or a one-time thing.
But asking will change things either way, and I’m not ready for this moment to end. So I stay silent on matters of the heart all through the night.
When I rise, the light of the new day shines on the man in bed next to me. As sunbeams dance across his sleeping form, the realization deepens.
This is what I want.
Waking up with Shaw. Every day.
And to get what you want, you need to ask for it.
As I kick off the covers, I resolve to tell him how I feel. I resolve, too, to talk to Perri and see how she’d truly feel if I dated her brother. While she’s made her stance clear in the past, she also loves me and wants me to be happy. Surely if she knows how happy I am with him, she’ll be supportive.
I always bring a change of clothes when I come to Tahoe, so I tug on yoga pants and a sweatshirt, brush my teeth, and then pad to the kitchen, resolved to move forward and figure out what we can be.
The snow has stopped, the air is crisp, and it’s a brand-new day. I whip up some eggs and toast.
When I catch a glimpse of the clock, I see it’s nearly eleven.
“Holy cow. We really slept in,” I murmur.
When the eggs are done, I hear the shuffle of feet, a yawn, and a stretch. I turn around to where one seriously sleep-rumpled, sexy man wanders into the kitchen wearing only boxer briefs.
“Hey, you,” I say.
“Hey, you.”
But the next sound we hear isn’t either one of us.
It’s my best friend. Because she’s banging on the cabin door.
12
Shaw
I came to this cabin seeking answers. The next morning, I have all of them. Every single last one.
I know exactly why I don’t want Vanessa to go to the wedding with someone else.
Because I don’t want Vanessa to go to any wedding at any time with any other man. Or on any other date. I want to be the one on her arm now and always.
So, yeah, we had great sex. Duh.
Given how long I’ve wanted her, that’s no