My body responds to Linc as if that’s what it was made to do. He peppers kisses all over my jaw, down my throat, across my chest and between the valley of my breasts. Each one blazes a trail over my skin that has me wound tight, ready to take off.

It’s crazy that we can be so playful, have fun just like we have every day for the last two years.

And he wants to keep me. Not sure exactly what he means by that, but it definitely settles my fears that this is going to blow up in my face.

Linc closes his lips over my nipple, and any other thoughts flee. All I can do is feel, and right now he’s making me feel fantastic. I arch up into him, wanting to be closer. As close as we can get.

I lift my hips, feeling the thick length of him slide against me, and he lets out a quick gasp.

He stands quickly, scooping me up.

“Bed. Now.”

I giggle. “I had no idea you spoke caveman.”

“I have a lot of hidden talents you’re about to discover.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing along his jaw. “Please do enlighten me.”

He waggles his brows and hauls me off to his bedroom, where he promptly deposits me on the bed then walks to the other side of the room.

“Hey,” I protest. “Where are you going?”

He comes back toward me, waving a little foil packet, and understanding dawns.

I give him a mock-suspicious look. “Were you planning on getting lucky or something?”

He grins. “Just trying to be more like you, Jules, baby. Being a good Boy Scout—always prepared and all that jazz.” He rips open the condom and rolls it on, then is right there with me on the bed.

Brushing my hair from my face again in the way I’ve learned he likes to do, he looks into my eyes. Everything about being with him is an entirely new experience. He’s in no rush, not just in it for himself.

I reach up and stroke his face. “Make love to me,” I whisper. Because I know that’s what this will be.

Positioning himself over me, Linc braces himself on his forearms and lines himself up, his eyes on mine the whole time. Then he pushes inside.

I bite my lip as he slowly slides in, taking his time until I’m comfortable, adjusting to his size that fills me so completely. He begins moving in long, slow strokes, dropping kisses on my forehead, my neck, at last covering my mouth with his.

I move with him until we’re so lost in each other that everything else disappears. Hovering above me, he laces his fingers through mine, his face intense.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. So close to me. Until we’re as close as two people can be.

Sensations overtake my body, and our need increases. We race toward our releases, desperate.

Linc leans down and kisses me again, his eyes sucking me in as he whispers, “Come with me.”

I let go of everything, giving myself over to the moment.

I careen over a cliff of ecstasy, and he follows right behind me, my name falling from his lips in awe, just as his falls from mine. As if this is all we could ever want.

We lay in a tangle of limbs as we drift together. After a while, he pushes up and rolls to his side, tracing circles on my stomach with a little smile on his face.

Twining his fingers with mine, he kisses my knuckles.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and I know what he means.

This is perfect. We‘re perfect together.

And when he grins and says, “How about that dessert?” there’s no doubt.

“Pizza, beer, sex, and dessert? Linc, it’s meant to be.”

He laughs as he rolls on top of me and tickles me again. “That’s just what I was thinking.”

I smile.

Yes.

Perfect.