Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

45. Ingrid

Chapter 45

Ingrid

I sit on the counter in Del’s kitchen and watch him cook eggs at his stove.

He looks over at me and flashes the sweetest, sexiest smile. My heart skids in my chest.

It’s been two days since we told each other “I love you.” All we’ve been doing is having sex and hanging out at each other’s places. I’ve never been happier.

I gaze at Del as he makes me breakfast. I still can’t believe it. This amazing man is my boyfriend. And he’s in love with me.

He turns off the burner and scoops the eggs onto a plate. He sprinkles salt and pepper onto them, grabs a fork, and then walks over to me.

He stands between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me then scoops up a forkful of eggs and feeds it to me.

I let out a satisfied hum as I chew. “I could get used to this, you making me breakfast every morning and feeding me.”

He smiles and looks down at my chest. I’m wearing his jersey. I’ve been wearing it as my sleeping shirt and while I lounge around his place.

His gaze turns fiery as he looks down at my chest. “I could get used to this, you wearing my jersey while you’re staying at my place.”

He feeds me another bite of eggs.

“Should we make that a rule? Every time I stay at your place, I have to wear your jersey?”

He kisses me. “Yup. You wear my jersey, and nothing else.”

“Not even panties?” I tease.

“Nope.”

I giggle and eat another forkful of eggs. He eats a few bites but saves the rest for me.

When we finish, he sets the empty plate on the counter and slides his hands up the jersey. He pulls me closer and kisses me.

“Now that breakfast is done, I need to take a shower,” I say.

Del’s eyes sparkle. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Mind if I join you?”

I grin. “You’d better.”

He helps me off the counter and grabs my hand as we walk out of the kitchen. Before we make it up the stairs, the doorbell rings.

He stops at the front door and answers it. A delivery guy hands him a small box. He says thanks and closes the door.

When he turns around, he’s frowning. “Weird. I haven’t ordered anything recently.”

I glance at the return address on the plain packaging. Excitement kicks up inside of me. I hold back a smile.

“You should open it.”

Del looks at me and raises an eyebrow. So much for trying to play it cool.

“Did you get me something?”

I smile. “Maybe.”

He tears open the packaging. When he reaches inside the box, his hand stills. The amused expression on his face fades away.

He pulls out the package of toy cars. For a few seconds, he stares at the trio of Hot Wheels classic toy cars with an unreadable expression.

I hold my breath as I watch him, fumbling with the hem of my jersey. The silence stretches. Doubt begins to creep in.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he doesn’t want to be reminded of the heartbreaking way he lost his favorite toy as a kid.

“I-I’m sorry,” I say.

He frowns at me. “Why are you sorry?”

“I…I just remembered how you said those were your favorite toys as a kid and how upset you were when your dad sold them.” I let out a heavy breath. “I just thought that you might like to have them, but I guess it was kind of silly.”

Del sets the package of toy cars on the nearby console table. Then he gently cups my face in his hands. “Sweetheart. Don’t you dare apologize.”

His deep brown eyes are shiny with unshed tears. He blinks and smiles. “This is the most thoughtful gift anyone’s gotten me. Thank you.”

Relief washes over me. He presses a slow, teasing kiss to my lips. And then he hugs me tight.

“I love you. So much,” he whispers.

He leans back, still holding my face in his hands. He smiles. “Let’s go shower.”

He leads me to the main bathroom and flips on the water. Then he strips off my jersey before taking off his sweatpants. We step into the shower and he grabs the bar of soap, lathering it up in his hands. He takes his time soaping all over my body.

He slides his hand between my legs and works my pussy in his hands. I grip his shoulders as the pleasure washes over me.

“Do you know how incredible you are, sweetheart?” he whispers as he plunges his fingers inside of me.

I gasp. My head lolls against his shoulder as I struggle to stay upright, I’m so overloaded with pleasure.

“Do you know how lucky I am that you’re mine?” He drags his tongue up my neck and presses his palm against my clit. My knees buckle.

He rubs his fingers over my G-spot. I see stars. I’m panting so hard and so fast.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he rasps.

He pushes his palm against my clit even harder, then sinks his teeth into the base of my neck. I come with a shout. My scream is deafening as it bounces against the shower walls. The whole time, Del trails soft bites and kisses along my neck and shoulder.

I fall back against the shower wall. When my vision starts to refocus, I take in the intensity in Del’s gaze as he looks at me.

Like I’m the only one in the world worth looking at. Like I’m the only one in the world for him.

My heart melts.

This man. I love him so, so much.

He kisses my forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”