Chapter 18 #3
Caitlin sits up then, grabbing the ends of the blanket and pulling them around her like a shield. “So it was…okay?” she asks tentatively.
In response, I take one of her hands and press it to the front of my sweatpants, letting her feel the dampness there.
“Do you feel that? I came in my goddamn pants just from feeling you ride me. Yeah, Catie, it was definitely okay. It was amazing. Incredible. The best sexual experience of my fucking life.”
She snorts. “I sincerely doubt that. I know how many women came before me.”
I shake my head and cup her face in my hands, needing her to hear me say this thing.
“I’m not going to lie and say there weren’t any because, well, you know there were.
Everyone knows there were because the media has always taken a perverse interest in my sex life, and I didn’t do anything to change that because it was never important to me.
Until now. Because no one, not a single person, has ever meant anything to me until now.
” I run my thumb over her bottom lip and then lean in and press my mouth to hers.
“Until you. And that makes this the best sex I’ve ever had.
The next time will be too. And the time after that.
Every time with you, Catie. Every fucking time. ”
“So you think there will be more times?” she asks, a little hesitantly.
“Oh baby,” I murmur, leaning my forehead against hers. “If that’s what you want, there are definitely going to be more times. So many more times.”
Please want it.
Please don’t leave.
When she nods against me and smiles, the relief I feel is probably outsized considering the fact that she’s half naked on my lap and we’ve spent the last couple hours revealing all manner of deep secrets, but it’s there anyway.
“Hot damn,” I say with a grin, leaning in to kiss her. “The prettiest, most badass girl on the block wants me. This is the best day of my life.”
Caitlin snorts, bringing her hands up to either side of my neck, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “A little dry humping and he goes all dramatic on me.”
I kiss her nose, flashing her a grin. “A lot of very intense and amazing dry humping. And I’m always dramatic. It’s part of my charm.”
When she rolls her eyes, it makes me grin. “So fucking charming. So I finally had an orgasm with another human and you came in your pants. What happens now?”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I lean in and kiss her again. I can’t stop fucking kissing her. “Whatever you want.”
“Anything?” she asks, eyes bouncing between mine.
I nod. “Literally anything.”
Sitting up, she gives me a wicked grin. “Well, it seems pretty unfair that I’m sitting here topless and you’re still all dressed and everything. And it’s such a shame to cover up everything you have going on under there.”
She waves a hand in my general direction, and I grin because playful Caitlin is my favorite Caitlin.
Who am I even kidding? Every Caitlin is my favorite Caitlin.
Every single part of this gorgeous, complex, wonder of a woman is my favorite.
Without missing a beat, I sit up slightly and whip off my shirt, tossing it to the floor on top of hers.
When her eyes rake over me, flashing with heat, my dick immediately gets interested again despite the fact that I came five minutes ago and the evidence of that is currently drying in my boxers. “Like what you see, Princess?”
She rolls her eyes. “You know what you look like.”
Delighted, I wrap my arms around her and tug her into my chest, loving the way she curls into me.
“Okay, here’s the plan. I take a quick shower to deal with the…
situation in my pants, and I bring down one of my sweatshirts so you can get comfortable, and because I have a feeling seeing you in my clothes is going to be the greatest moment of my life—” I glance at her tits and then back up at her.
“Second greatest moment,” I amend, grinning when she snickers.
“Then I’ll take out the six different kinds of ice cream I have in my freezer and a couple of spoons, and we spend the rest of the night on the couch watching Morgan Freeman’s illustrious turn as Speaker of the House Allan Trumbull. ”
Caitlin’s eyes light up. “You know Olympus Has Fallen?”
I kiss her hair. “Know it. Love it. Seen it a million times.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “What happens when it’s time to sleep?”
I shrug, gliding a hand up and down her back. “I can take you home if that’s what makes you more comfortable, but what I would really like to do is lay you down in my bed and wrap my arms around you and see if maybe it’s easier to sleep when you’re next to me.”
I say it casually, but I mean the words.
Sleep hasn’t come easily to me since I was eight years old, but I think maybe, with her, it could be different.
I could be different. And somehow, she seems to understand because she takes my free hand in hers and, with her eyes fixed on mine, presses a kiss to the back of it.
And when her lips tip up into a small smile and she says “Okay,” it’s the sweetest moment I’ve ever had.