Page 112 of Spicy Ever After
She blinks wide. “You feel lucky?”
“Hell, yeah. Lucky that I got to be the one to do that with you for the first time.” I’d feel a little cheesy saying out loud that it felt meaningful, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t. And I can’t help myself. I want more firsts with her.
A lot more.
When I zip up my pants and button my shirt and Hattie rights her top and secures her overalls, I open my arms to her again, and she doesn’t hesitate to snuggle against me. And while skin-to-skin with her was out of this world, having her close now—clothes and all— is right. It’s just right.
It’ll be time to get back to work soon, but, for now, I just want to hold her. And not just because this is still new to her, although I’d be lying if I said that isn’t something I’m paying attention to.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
She looks up at me and I watch a stop-motion reel of emotions cross her features. “I feel…” She frowns a little and presses her lips together, considering. “A lot of things… happy… satisfied… proud—” She gives me a coy smirk that’s to fucking die for.
I chuckle and squeeze her tighter.
Hattie shrugs a little, and her smile softens. “And a little sad… that it’s over.” Then she wrinkles her nose. “Is that weird?”
I shake my head. “Hell, no. I mean, I think I feel all those same things.”
She blinks. “Even proud?”
I arch a brow and tilt my head. “I mean, I did just have a gorgeous girl fall apart in my lap,” I say just a little smugly.
Her eyes brighten. “So that feeling doesn’t go away after you’ve done it a bunch?”
I snort. “Not for me. I think I’ll be just as elated the fiftieth time I make you come and the five hundredth.”
Those eyes of hers widen. “F-five hundredth?”
“Should I be so lucky,” I quickly amend.
She stares at me for a long moment before her smile lights up her whole face. Hattie leans in and kisses me softly before drawing back. “I’m rooting for you,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I tease.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I run a hand up and down her back. It’s early. Maybe it’s too early. But I need her to know where I stand.
“Does that mean I can see you?”
Hattie looks at me like I’m crazy. “Of course you can see me.”
I lick my lips and study her for a minute. Yeah, I want to spell it out.
“Can I see you exclusively?”
Now her eyes bug, hazel wonder and burnished disbelief. “Y-you mean… like… be my boyfriend?”
God, have I ever seen anything so sweet? Have I ever known anyone so genuine and true?
“Yeah, Hattie. Can I be your boyfriend?” I ask gently.
Her mouth opens like I’ve shocked her. She stares at me for a stretch of moments that’s almost long enough to make me nervous. But then she gives a little jolt like she’s remembered I’m waiting for her to respond. And then she shouts:
“Fuck, yes!”
Chapter Fourteen
