Page 115 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
“Squirt. I didn’t even think it was a real phenomenon.”
“Fuck. I’ll make sure it happens as many times as you want.”
She let out a breath. “I’d like that. Can you cuddle me?” she asked, her voice low and tired.
Then she blinked up at me. Her eyes traveled down, and her expression shifted from blissed-out to indignant. “For fuck’s sake. Are you still dressed? You just gave me four of the best orgasms of my life and you’re still—take them off. All of it. Off.”
I stripped down to my boxers and dropped everything in a pile on the floor, which I would absolutely regret tomorrow, and pulled her into my arms.
I settled her against my chest, and she snuggled into me as if she’d been doing this for years. “Much better.”
She fit there.
That was the thing. She just—fit.Perfectly, seamlessly, like she belonged in that spot.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
I kissed the top of her head. “For what?”
A pause. “For making me feel safe.” She paused again. “I didn’t realize how much I’d been letting things happen to me instead of me saying what I actually wanted.”
I held the following silence for a moment. Didn’t rush to fill it.
“An intimate relationship is a give and take, but you should never be left feeling disappointed when it’s over,” I finally said. “What happens between two people is supposed to matter to both of them.”
She nodded. Her cheek rubbed against my chest. “I’ve never had someone so focused on whether or not I orgasmed that they didn’t even want it reciprocated.”
“Tonight was about you.” I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “But don’t misread that as sainthood. All I’ve been thinking about for the past few hours is what it’ll be like to sink into you and to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you come.”
She let out a sleepy exhale. “I want that, too.”
“Good.” I tightened my arm around her. “Go to sleep.”
She went quiet. Her breathing slowed. Her hand stilled on my ribs.
I stared at the ceiling in the dark and thought about how I was in serious trouble, and couldn’t find it in me to care.
Chapter Twenty
DELANEY
My phone lit up, and a grin stretched across my face—huge and goofy and absolutely mortifying. It was probably a good thing I lived alone. I popped a coffee pod into my coffeemaker, forcing myself to wait a whole three seconds before I checked the screen.
I already knew who it was.
MARC
Good morning
DELANEY
Morning
MARC
Checking in. Wanting to make sure you’re okay.
DELANEY
