Page 66 of Ruck Me

“Do you always get what you want?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him toward mylips.

“I got you, didn’tI?”

“You did,” I whispered against his mouth before he took the kiss deeper, our lips caressing and our tongues tangling.

Eoin adjusted above me, fitting himself between my thighs, and I felt the hard ridge of his erection cradled against me. He made love to my mouth, his hips rolling against my center, and I opened wider to accommodate him between my legs. When I canted my hips against him, he shuddered and pulled back. “Wait,” he said, the fire in his eyes dimming and his face growing serious. “Before you make me forget, we need to talk about what happened last night.”

My lips hitched in a happy, satisfied smile, the memory lighting a glow from within me. “You punched my v-card,” I said with a tinkling laugh.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Yes, I punched your v-card.”

“And it was amazing.”

“And it was amazing,” he agreed, brushing the pads of his fingers over the apple of my cheek. “It was perfect.” His voice grew hoarse when he added, “One of the best fucking moments of my life, Aoife. Being inside you was everything.”

I grew uncomfortable under the weight of his words. That’s the way I felt too, but how could he possibly feel the same? He’d been with so many other women, whereas he was my one and only. How could I, as inexperienced as I was, compete with them, girls who’d probably had tricks on top of tricks up their sleeves? Tricks they’d probably used on him time and time again. I blinked back tears and lookedaway.

Pressing his fingers to my jaw, he nudged my gaze forward. “You don’t believe me?” he asked, his voice raw with emotion.

“I want to,” I admitted. “But how can I? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Eoin’s head dropped forward and he rested his forehead against mine. “It’s never been like that before. I’ve never felt like my heart was going to fucking explode when I came inside a woman.” He kissed me tenderly and then pulled back, his gaze probing. “You started on the pill, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, last month.”

Dropping to his side, Eoin pulled me against him and I settled into his embrace. His hand skated up and down my naked skin for several quiet moments until he finally broke the silence. “I should have double-checked but I lost my fucking head and all I could think about was making you mine.” He let out a strangled laugh. “I’ve never done that before, youknow.”

“Done what?” I asked, rolling onto my belly and staring down athim.

“Fucked someone without a condom.”

I knew it shouldn’t have, but hearing him say it like that—fucked—as if that’s all it had been, made my stomach clench. Yes, I’d told him to fuck me—begged him to, in fact—but that was because I hadn’t had the guts to ask him to make love to me. But when he'd been inside of me, that’s what it had felt like—making love. Not just fucking.

I blinked nodded, not sure my voice wouldn’t betray the thoughts circling my brain.

He must have seen it anyway because his face softened into a knowing grin. “I’ve never made love before either,” he said, pulling me close for a kiss that curled my toes and chased away my anxiety.

Somehow, without me knowing quite how it had happened, the covers were tossed away and I was underneath Eoin, his hips positioned between my thighs, his cock hard and ready.

With salty tears leaking out of my eyes and onto his pillow, I nodded.

Rubbing the crown of his cock over my clit, his eyes bored into mine. “I meant what I said, Aoife.” He pressed into me and I winced at the invasion.

He tried to pull away but I shook my head. “No, just give me a second to adjust.”

“Are yousure?”

“Yes,” I said, a happy smile hitching my lips. Pulling in a deep breath to steel my resolve, I added, “Make love tome.”

He smiled a smile filled with so much tenderness that I could barely stand it and pressed in further. This time my body adjusted easily and as he slid home, he choked out, “I fucking loveyou.”

With each slippery slide of his cock in and out of my pussy, he told me again and again what I meant tohim.

“I adoreyou.”

Thrust.

“I needyou.”

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