Page 180 of Come Break My Heart Again

“Harder, Ry,” she begs. “I’m so close.”

Thank God.

I wasn’t kidding about the thirty seconds last night. Feeling her beneath me, hearing her moan my name, smelling the arousal in the air? I’mbarelyhanging on right now.

I speed up my thrusts, slipping a hand between our bodies and finding the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where I’m stretching her.

Her cunt contracts, squeezing my cock so tightly that I can barely breathe from the acute pleasure. I grunt as my dick jerks, filling the condom. A hot wave of pleasure surges through me, the force of it staggering.

The relief is more than physical. There’s a lot of happiness mixing with the sexual satisfaction.

We’re both breathing heavily as I pull out of her, grabbing a tissue off the bedside table and using it to wrap it around the condom. I toss it toward the trash can, relieved when it lands right.

“Nice shot.”

I grin over at her. Elle’s cheeks are pink, her expression a little dazed. She looks sated and sexy and so gorgeous it makes my chest hurt. “Thanks. I’ve been playing some with Knox.”

“I’m sure he loves that.”

“Yeah. His dad isn’t around, so …” I reach a hand out, the few inches between our bodies too much.

She bites her bottom lip when I cup her left breast, my thumb rubbing the mark I left there last night. “There are more condoms, right?”

I chuckle. “Yeah. But this was supposed to be about you. I had this whole plan …” I lean over, swirling my tongue around her belly button and then kissing a line up the center of her stomach.

Elle’s hands weave into my hair, and she yanks my head up to hers. She kisses me again, just as eagerly as before, sucking on my tongue.

I’m getting hard again.

I can’t get enough of her. I don’t think I ever will.

“You taste like mint,” she comments.

I grin. “Back at you.”

“Do you want kids?” Elle blurts. Then drops a hand from my hair and moves it to cover most of her face. “Forget I asked that. Just … thinking out loud.”

I tug her hand down. “You can ask me anything, Lo.”

“I didn’t mean to ask that. I mean, we’re not even …”

“We’re not even what?”

“I-I don’t know what we are.”

“We’re everything,” I tell her.

Elle smiles, and I think she’s recalling the same conversation I am. When she told me we were nothing and I countered with we were something.

“Most people would probably call it dating,” I say.

“Most people would say you have to go out on a date to be dating.”

I smirk. “You asking me out, Clarke?”

She rolls her eyes. “I just … you didn’t freak out at the pharmacy the way I thought you might.”

“I wouldn’t freak out,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair. Planned or not, I’d be thrilled. But we’re talking about the hypothetical, I think. “I’ve never really thought about kids. But I could definitely get on board with the idea.”

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