Page 82 of Wishing for Love

His lips were all but sucking on the tender skin of her neck and she let out a moan. “I hope you don’t do this exactly in front of her.”

“No,” he said. He picked her up before she knew what was going to happen and then carried her to his room. “Nor would I do this either, but I want to be able to express myself more and not worry.”

She fell on his bed with him coming down on top of her and they both started to laugh.

“I’m glad you got home so early. We’ve got about thirty minutes or so before we have to leave.”

“Plenty enough time,” he said.

The two of them started to undress quickly, clothes flying all over the room. It felt like that was how they always ended up.

Though it was sexy to have the air of secrecy and hope they weren’t caught, she was ready to be freer with her emotions too.

The minute they were both naked, she shoved Phoenix on his back, found the condoms in the drawer next to his bed. Hopping on his hips, her knees on each side, she tore one open with her teeth and slowly rolled it down the length of him.

She loved how big and strong he was. Firm and smooth. And all hers!

She lifted her eyes and looked up to see him staring at her. “What?” she asked.

“Just watching you.”

“There is something on your mind,” she said. “I can see it.” She was talking slowly and lifted, lined him up with her and sank down. “Tell me.”

She was riding him while she talked. Their eyes locked. Her heart was racing and she wondered if she was pushing things and should dial it back.

But she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know how she felt about him. She wanted to see if she could read the same in his eyes.

“I think you know what I’m thinking,” he said as she rose up and down on him. It was a slow motion picture in her mind. The talking and the making of love.

What started out fast was turning into more.

It seemed to be the story for them. It always turned into more than they thought or planned.

In a good way for once in her life.

“Maybe I do,” she said, her hand moving up his chest. “But it’s better to hear it.”

He reached up and put his hand behind her head, fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her down, his mouth crushing hers. “Why do I have to be the first one to say it if we both know?” he asked.

He was bucking up into her. She was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than what her body wanted.

The conversation was lost at the moment.

It felt like he might have been thinking the same thing because he was kissing her harder than ever before. Maybe he was trying to show her what he was feeling rather than saying it.

She’d do the same because when their bodies met, it was all that was needed.

The faster their hips moved, the more demanding their kiss became.

Was it possible neither of them really could say the words? She knew she’d never said that before to another man.

Before she had a chance to think another thought, she was rolled onto her back, her hands pinned over her head, Phoenix still inside her but not moving.

“Tell me,” he said. “Say what I want you to.”

“You tell me,” she said softly.

“What are we both afraid to say?” he asked.

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