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“We’ve only been living together for less than twenty-four hours and we’re failing badly.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “We’re not failing.” I kiss the tip of her red nose. “There’s no pass or fail. We just need time.” I think about what my parents, Marco, and Caleb said earlier. “This is new to us, and there’s going to be a learning curve. I’ve been in Afghanistan for the last year, and before that, I was gone more than I was home. And you’ve been living at home with your parents.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but I cover her lips with my hand. “We’ve got this, Micaela. I promise. I’ll put my clothes in the hamper and you won’t turn them pink.” Her eyes narrow, and I laugh. “You can buy me a nose plug so you don’t kill me and a blanket so I don’t freeze my ass off.”

“I do not—”

“You don’t what?” I ask, cutting her off. “Keep the AC at arctic temps? You damn sure do. And then you steal all the blankets and use them as your own personal igloo.” I press my lips to hers before she can argue. “And it’s fucking adorable.”

She sighs, finally calming down.

“I’ll make sure to put the seat down, so you don’t go swimming in the toilet, and I’ll cook so you don’t burn the house down,” I continue. “And we’ll get a whiteboard for the door so I remember to let you know where I’m going.”

She wraps her arms around me and smiles a watery smile. “I love you, Ryan Cruz.”

“And I love you. You’re right. It’s only been twenty-fours. We’ve never done this, but we are doing it, and it’s going to be fucking amazing.”

Micaela

“We’ve never done this, but we are doing it, and it’s going to be fucking amazing.”

His faith in us is an aphrodisiac. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, has, yet he still has all the confidence in the world that we’re going to be okay—because he believes in us. Just like I need to. We’ve come too far to give up now. While I was crying over burnt chicken and pink clothes, he was buying me flowers and dinner. He was thinking of solutions to make things better.

With his strong hands cupping my cheeks, his mouth gently presses against mine. His lips part and his tongue darts out, seeking my own. When his tongue finds mine, I release a soft sigh that seems to set him off. His hands glide down my neck, shoulders, arms, landing on my ass, as he deepens the kiss. His mouth devouring mine, taking my breath away.

He lifts me off his lap and sets me on the edge of the table, spreading my legs and standing between them. We’re all teeth and tongue and lips as we work frantically to remove each other’s clothes. Shirts and pants go flying. My bra gets thrown somewhere. He peels my underwear off, tossing it behind him, at the same time I push his boxers down his muscular calves. His dick springs up and I fist the thick member. Precum seeps out of the tip, and I use it to help stroke him up and down. He feels soft and smooth like velvet and all I can think about is taking him in my mouth.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks our kiss and says, “As much as I want you to suck my dick, I need to be inside you.” His lips find the slender column of my neck and he trails open-mouthed kisses along my heated flesh. His fingers part my folds, and when he finds out that I’m soaked, he moans against my skin. “Yeah, I need to be right the fuck inside you. Now.”

Gripping my thighs, he parts my legs and, in one fluid motion, sinks inside me. And everything I was upset over melts away as I get lost in Ryan. In his touch. In his love. Nothing else matters but being with him, letting him love me. My legs wrap around his torso and his hands release me. One palm slaps the table to hold himself up and the other finds the apex of my thighs, going straight for my clit. The man has got to be the best damn multitasker I’ve ever met. I can barely focus on not yelling too loud so I don’t wake up our son, while he manages to bring my entire body to life. He kisses down my throat, suckling on my collarbone, before he dips lower and takes my breast into his mouth.

He wraps his lips around my nipple and bites down at the same time his finger swipes across my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Being with Ryan is like having access to the most potent, addictive drug. It doesn’t matter how much he gives me, how much I take, it’s never enough.


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