CHAPTER51
TANNER
Sinking into Larisa was like coming home. My gaze was pinned to hers and our hands were clasped together on either side of her head. There was a storm of emotion behind the lust in her eyes, and I was very sure that the look in mine was the same.
As our bodies came together, she moaned and gasped my name, her fingers tightening around mine. I pushed deeper into her in response, growling when I felt her inner muscles already starting to milk me.
My hips started moving faster, my body desperate for her and for release. Larisa met every thrust with bucks and rolls of her own hips, her back and neck arching as she fought to keep her eyes open.
She managed to do it, looking into my eyes as we climbed together. Her lips were parted and there was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Her mouth puckered and an intense concentration washed over her features. I knew she was close. Keeping my pace, I lowered my head and pressed my forehead to hers. I watched her closely as I felt her orgasm coming and then crashing into her.
She thrashed underneath me, her entire body tensing as her muscles locked and vibrated. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she contracted around my dick, insistently dragging me over the edge with her.
I came hard, roaring her name as pleasure slammed into me. My hips jerked one final time before I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
“Give me a minute,” I murmured against her skin once it felt like I could move again. After giving her another kiss, I pulled out of her begrudgingly and went to get rid of the condom.
When I came back to her bed, she was already half asleep but she opened her arms and motioned me closer. “Come here. Come cuddle with me.”
“Gladly,” I replied before crawling in next to her and closing my eyes without even knowing who was holding who. We were so entwined that it was impossible to tell, but that hardly seemed to matter.
All that did was that I was here with her and she wasn’t kicking me out or fighting with me. With that thought in mind, I stroked my fingers through her hair and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I realized I’d spent the night at Larisa’s apartment and I grinned. Sure, we hadn’t gotten around to talking yet, but we would. It was another good sign that she hadn’t pushed me away at the club and hadn’t asked me to leave her place once the deed had been done.
Turning my head to look at her, I took a moment to wonder how a sleeping girl with her lips slightly parted and soft snores coming out of her could be so fucking beautiful. Her long lashes fanned out to fall in half-moons against her naturally tanned skin, and her dark hair contrasted sharply with her crisp white bedding.
She was still naked, but she had the sheet pulled up over her body, her chest rising and falling in deep even breaths. The morning light streaming into her bedroom said it was probably around nine a.m., but she didn’t look anywhere near waking to me.
After watching her for another few minutes, I rolled over carefully and quietly got out of bed. I pulled on my jeans, then left the room with my phone in hand.
Once I made it out of the bedroom, I closed the door so I wouldn’t wake her, and I walked to her living room before I opened my food delivery app to check out the options in her area. There were several decent ones, but one place in particular caught my eye.
I’d had their breakfast before, and it was incredible. Selecting their biggest breakfast to share, I added a couple of coffees to my cart and then checked out. With food to surprise her with when she woke up, I paused. I hadn’t been here before, but as much as I wanted to look around, I didn’t want to invade her privacy.
Eventually, I settled for putting on the news on the TV, turning the volume down so it wouldn’t disturb her, and for looking at everything that was in plain sight. Her apartment wasn’t as big as mine, but it was still a lot bigger than most.
It was neat as a pin, with everything in its proper place and nothing just randomly strewn around. Aside from that, it was warm and cozy, and now that I was seeing her own living space, it occurred to me that it had a very similar feel to the one she’d given the house.
I frowned. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she does see herself there.
The décor was obviously very different, and I didn’t see a bar or gaming consoles, but the rest of it? It felt very familiar because it was. I’d just spent a few days at the house in the run-up to the party, and she’d definitely left some of herself behind there.
I grinned again. Then I leaned back and thought things over while staring at the news but not really watching it. About thirty minutes later, the intercom sounded and I buzzed in the delivery person. I’d already paid via the app, so I accepted the food and gave the guy an additional tip. Then I carried it into her kitchen and placed everything that had to be warmed into the oven.
There were pancakes, croissants, and bacon that I put in there, but I kept the fruit salad, muesli, and yogurt in the containers they’d come in. After finding her cutlery, I set out spoons, knives, and forks, and then, just as I was about to take her coffee to her bedroom to wake her up, I heard movement coming from the doorway.
I spun around, and my jaw dropped when I found her standing there, arms crossed loosely as she leaned against the door, watching me and wearing my shirt. She’d buttoned it up to just above her cleavage and rolled up the sleeves to her elbows. The hem hung just low enough over her thighs that I couldn’t see if she was wearing panties or not.
Regardless, she looked sexy as fuck. When I finally managed to yank my gaze away from her body and up to her face, I was hard and she was smiling. “Good morning. What’s all this?”
“Breakfast,” I said, my voice coming out rough until I cleared my throat and gave my head a shake. “Come sit down. Where are your plates?”
“Are you sure it’s breakfast you want?” she teased, sending a pointed look at my crotch before she pushed away from the door and walked over to me.
I groaned, hating myself for it but nodding. “Yep. Breakfast. That’s what we’re doing. Having breakfast and talking. Nothing else.”