Page 91 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

Yearning.

Voracity.

Uncontrollable hunger.

I can’t change the power of the hurricane I’m becoming with her, but I’ll do my best to control the speed for her enjoyment. Taking the sheet, I push the fabric away from Tealey’s body. This amazing woman trusts me not just with her body but also with her mind, her joy, and every inch of skin and emotion like I deserve her.

Covering the hills of her hips, I settle her small frame on top of me. She rolls a condom over my dick before rising, only tosink down again. Seated with me inside her, she rests her palms on my chest, and whispers, “You say you waited years but know that you weren’t waiting alone.” Leaning down, she kisses me as I devour her words, her kiss, her mouth, and everything she’ll give me. I’m greedy when it comes to her.

She takes every thrust, coming back down with her own intensity. As she rocks on top, her breasts summon me. I knead and pinch, watching her react and learning what she likes and needs.

The warmth of her body consuming mine has me falling deeper under her spell.

As she climbs toward her orgasm, I’m spellbound by her beauty.No other woman has ever done this to me.Her eyes dip closed, and her head tilts back with her mouth open. She’s stunning in her glory, owning every part of me without even trying. If she only knew . . .

She moans, cries out my name, and as she comes, I dive into the deep end of her heavenliness, joining her as I orgasm.God, this woman.

Even sated, I can’t wait for more of her.

She curls around my side, her breath still uneven. But something makes her giggle, and she says, “I had no clue it could be this good.”

I run my thumb over her cheek and lower to her neck to feel the rapidly thumping beat of her pulse. “Same, baby. Same.”

And seeing her gentle smile, I feel content for the first time.

“I want to get married.”

So much for the contentedness . . .

Maybe my reaction—eyes bulging like a cartoon character—isn’t as controlled as I would have liked.But what the hell?

She wants to talk about marriage?

With her hands already thrown up in surrender, she sits up. “One day. I mean one day. Not today.Oh, God.” She covers her eyes with her hands. “I totally blew this amazing sex moment?—”

“It was more than a moment. I mean, it wasn’t that fast.”No need to base skill or prowess on how fast or slow things take.She turns me on.That’s the bottom line.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” She won’t even look at me, yet I can’t stop staring at her—probably still bug-eyed. I can’t lose my cool. She’s not the opposing side.She’s my girlfriend.

Why did I bristle at the mention of marriage? Is it because I’m not ready—that seems logical. It’s also fast. We’ve only dated a short time. Granted, I’ve already been with Tealey longer than most women in my past.

Taking a seriously deep breath, I pull her hands from her face and am greeted with mortification. There’s nothing I hate more about Tealey Bell than seeing pain or shame in her expression. I swore I’d never be the cause of it, and I stand by that.

Before I have a chance to say anything, she says, “I’m not embarrassed that I just blurted that out, but I am embarrassed at how you’re looking at me.”

She shifts her weight like she’s going to get off me, but I hold her hips with my hands.

I’m not sure what to say—my mind is still reeling from her unexpected admission. I just need a moment to get myself together because I need to choose my words wisely from this point forward.

“I didn’t mean to ruin things,” she says, swallowing hard. Her gaze falls from me while her fingers torture the sheets by twisting them.

My heart both aches and swells. I hate that she thinks she just ruined things. But at least I can fix that. “Look at me, Tealey.” When she finally works her gaze back to me, I add, “We made love last night and just had pretty intense sex. Emotionsare running high because we’re still undefined. You don’t need to question my intentions. I’ll tell you where I stand. I’m right here with you. I . . . I’m not quite ready to talk life plans, but . . .” I swallow down any jaded feelings and look at this woman on top of me.

This is like a daydream and a nightmare all rolled into one. Tealey’s admission is a game changer—a life changer, actually. It’s the one thing I didn’t think I’d ever hear her say, nor is it anything I ever thought I’d consider. It doesn’t feel wrong, not at all, just quick. And with so many things between us undecided—Marlow, my promotion, Cammie and Cade’s wedding shenanigans, and the newness of this whole damn thing—I just feel unprepared. And being unprepared is the worst sin in my book.

Still, losing her isn’t an option, even if I’m not sure what the endgame is.

I stroke her hip with my thumb.

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