Page 97 of What If I Knew You

“You okay?”

“I’m perfect.” She smiles and kisses me again. “You’re perfect.”

I lean back a bit on my knees and bring her legs up, her thighs pressed against her chest and thrust inside her again and again, watching our connection. It’s a fucking turn-on watching my cock slide inside her.

“Fuck, you’re stunning, Corrigan. You take me so perfectly.”

Her bright blue eyes find mine and I refuse to look away as I pump into her over and over again. My legs start to tremble and I pick up my pace and chase my climax.

“Shit, Corrigan, I’m not going to last. I’m sorry.”

I watch as she slides her hand between her legs and rubs her clit as I thrust into her.

“Don’t apologize. Come with me, Bodhi.”

My God, she’s sexy as hell like this.

Finally letting go of my stare, her eyes roll back and her back arches causing her hips to pull down on my cock, squeezing it tight. A white-hot heat spreads across my body just before my balls tighten and my cock swells and then I’m coming inside her so furiously the room spins.

“Shit. Fuck! God!”

“Oooh fuck!” She brings her legs around my waist and locks me tightly against her as she moans loudly, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she comes a second time.

I try my best not to give her all my weight but she wraps her arms around me, cradling me to her chest, protecting me, soothing me, as we both catch our breath. She combs her fingers through my hair and whispers, “Suffice to say, you, Bodhi Alan Roche, are no longer a virgin.”

She knows my middle name.

I should probably be very bothered by that but I’m not.

“That was…”

How do I even describe the moment we just had?

Amazing.

Exciting.

Delicious.

Better than I ever thought it would be.

Other worldly.

Earth shattering.

“Breathtakingly soul shattering.”

“Soul shattering,” she says, repeating my words. I lift my head a bit to see her face and she smiles at me. “Soul shattering is definitely what it was. How do you feel?”

Like the king of the goddamn world.

I pull off the condom and deposit it into the small trash can by the bed. Rolling myself over so that she’s not bearing all my weight, I pull her into me. “I feel perfect. Tell me you’ll stay. I don’t want you to run off. Stay with me.”

“Well, seeing as how my clothes are in a wet puddle on your living room floor, I can’t exactly leave, now can I?”

Her comment makes me smile like a kid in a candy store. “So, if those clothes would happen to get ripped up or burned oraccidentally thrown out a window, you wouldn’t ever be able to leave? How did I not think of this before?”

“I think Layken would come looking for me eventually.” She giggles, and the sound of her relaxed voice makes something in my chest relax too. “She knows you live in this building somewhere.”

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