Page 72 of Yours and Mine (Friends with Benefits)

“I’m supposed to get my period in two days, so we won’t get pregnant and you’re the only one I’ve ever been with and my gynecologist gave me a clear pass two months—”

“Me too. You’re my only one. So, are you okay with this?”

“I’ve been waiting for this for almost a year. Please, Nick. I need you.”

He lowered his mouth to mine, sealing my plea inside me, while slowly sliding in, pushing his cock forward inch my inch until we were connected.

My knees fell apart and I stilled. Nick pulled away, watching what I assumed was my perplexed face from above.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “It feels so good, Nick.”

My lids felt heavy and my head lolled to the side as he thrust inside me in a rhythmic motion. I loved the way my body responded to his, the way he rocked me, controlled me, filled me, and tantalized me. I lifted my legs at one point and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me, and that’s when he stilled with a groan, biting his lip and fisting the bed sheets.

“Those legs of yours were always trouble.” He lowered his body onto the bed. I scooted closer to the wall and he wrapped me into him. He felt hot and sweaty and so right I didn’t want to peel away. He leaned into my ear, whispering, “I’m spending the night here.”

“What if someone comes in?” I asked.

“No one will. I’ll sneak out before dawn. Besides, we’re adults.” He kissed my forehead and then turned me on my side, spooning me from behind. My ass wiggled on its own, and I felt him grow hard again.

“And the likelihood of me being inside you before the sun comes up, is… it’s a guarantee.”

I pushed my ass against him and felt him slide inside me. His hands wrapped around my body from behind, one cupping a breast and the other reaching to my sex, jolting me awake. If he wasn’t inside me, then he was spilling down my inner thigh from within me. I didn’t count how many times we made love that night, but I did remember that I barely slept and that he snuck out before the first glimmer of light.

Chapter 18

Istood by the counter, kneading the dough for the few sweet breads that had been ordered for the weekend. Nick had been home for five days now. Each morning, he went out for a run, and then showered, had breakfast, and went out to help my father with the construction. That of course was right after he snuck out of my room before dawn. I’d been with him every night since his return. For the past three nights, we hadn’t made love because I got my period and I wasn’t that comfortable with the thought of having him inside me when I bled. Not yet, at least, because knowing that I couldn’t get enough of him would finally push me through my inhibitions.

We spent the evenings by the lake, skipping stones. Most of our time alone was taken up by kissing, touching, fingering, stroking, and fondling. I didn’t want to pull apart. Life seemed perfect for now. He was back home, in my life like a normal boyfriend. But the nagging question in the back of my mind that I yet had to ask him wouldn’t leave me alone. I was afraid to ask because I was afraid of the answer I’d get. Call it an instinct or a gut feeling, but I was sure that Nick wanted to tell me something now that he’d returned, and I knew I wouldn’t like it. But I didn’t want to waste the little time we had together worrying. Two months was barely enough to make up for the past year.

Tips of warm fingertips snuck underneath my apron and drew along the exposed skin over my stomach, right underneath my navel before they reached into the band of my sweats. I could still barely believe that when he touched me, he was actually here.

“Nick, someone’s going to come in.”

“I don’t care. I want to touch you.”

“What if it’s your mom?”

“Then she’ll see what we’re up to, and she’ll leave.”

“Nick!” I finally managed to push him away with my behind and turned around. The moment I did that I was captured between him and the counter, my ass cutting into the marble behind me.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I… I want you.”

He lowered his lips closer to my ear, trailing them along the cartilage, making the hairs stand on my neck, arms and… well, all over my body.

“Then let me fuck you, Joelle.”

I sucked in a quick breath. His eyes were on fire, setting me ablaze all over again. Nick had never spoken this way to me. And it was hot. Actually, I was beginning to sweat from just thinking about the way he could do…that.

“Not here,” I whispered. The shadow of defeat covering his face broke my heart as he slowly backed away. “But…”

Lust filled his eyes again in one blink.

“Maybe this evening,” I whispered. “My period’s over.”

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