Page 69 of That One Heartbreak

“Just for a minute. Skin on skin.”

His lips parted as he looked at her. Like a man who couldn’t refuse her anything, he pulled away from her, his fingers warm as they tugged at the silky waistband of her shorts.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Protection?”

“Covered.” She ran her tongue over her lip. “Bad periods. I have an IUD.”

He blew out a mouthful of air. Like he was trying to regain some control. “I’m clean. Had a physical two months ago.”

“No sex since?”

He rolled his eyes. “Only with myself.”

She giggled.Don’t let me fall in love with you.

Where did that thought come from? She wasn’t sure, but it made her heart hurt again, and she didn’t want to feel that. She wanted him. There.

And a moment later, he was back between her thighs, kissing her softly again, his thick hardness sliding against the neediest part of her. It was all she could do not to hitch her hips and have him slide inside her.

She wanted to. So much.

But then he shifted his body and it was like he’d flipped the pleasure switch deep inside her. The swollen head of him wasright there. Her eyes widened, her mouth slack, and her whole body started to convulse.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “I need…”

His mouth swallowed her words as he trailed his fingers down, sliding them between her legs and inside her right as her orgasm hit. She tipped her head back, her breath stilted as her legs tightened around his hips. He curled his fingers, finding the spot she never knew she had, intensifying her orgasm until she wasn’t sure she remembered her own name.

He did, though. He was groaning it as he suddenly pulled away, his free hand clasped around himself, as he started to come in thick ribbons, the essence of him coating her stomach.

And if she thought he was glorious naked, he was even more impressive in the throes of pleasure. His jaw was tight, almostmean. His chest glistened in the half-light of her bedside lamp, his stomach muscles tight as he emptied himself onto her.

“Fuck,” he rasped again, slowly pulling his fingers out of her. And yes, he licked them again, before almost collapsing on top of her, his forearms the only barrier between her and suffocation-by-Marley.

“I thought we said we were just going to make out,” he said, kissing her tenderly. She couldn’t stop smiling.

She never wanted to.

“Yeah, well apparently we’re adults,” she murmured against his lips. “And our bodies want what our bodies want.”

“My body wants you,” he told her softly. “All the time.”

Chapter

Nineteen

Kate was layingin his arms, her head resting on his chest. She wasn’t asleep yet, but he could feel the rhythm of her breaths getting steady.

“I should go,” he murmured, stroking her silky hair. She had her pajamas back on. He’d insisted, after he’d found a washcloth in her ensuite to clean her up. Mostly because apparently his body still wanted every part of her, even though he’d just dry humped himself against her to heaven.

And yeah, he liked stroking her back with the silk over her skin. It felt good.

“Stay for a little while,” she said against his chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath. “You feel too good.”

“So do you.”

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