Page 79 of Someone to Have
I could stay like this forever. And when she comes apart with my name on her lips, I know with absolute certainty that whatever this started as, it’s something more now.
I straighten, turning off the water with one hand and wrapping the other arm around her waist. “I have extra towels under?—”
“Fuck towels,” I say as I back out of the shower, tugging heralong with me. “I’m not done with you, Tinkerbell. Not by a long shot.”
Her gaze drops to my erection. “A very long shot,” she says then clasps a hand to her mouth as she tries to stifle a laugh.
“Are you laughing at my dick?” I pull her forward, both of us still dripping.
She grabs a towel from a hook on the wall and presses it to her wet skin like I’m not just going to rip it away as soon as we get to her bedroom. Fine. Whatever she needs to feel comfortable.
“I’m laughingnearyour dick,” she clarifies with a wide grin.
Her smile is almost as satisfying as the look of ecstasy I put on her face minutes earlier. Me. This guy. Nobody else. “You’re going to pay for that,” I tease.
“Promises, promises.”
I scoop her into my arms at the door to her room. We land on the bed laughing, and I can’t seem to stop smiling, which is not normal for me on a regular day, let alone in the middle of sex. But nothing about how Taylor makes me feel is like anything I’ve known before.
“Does it make me an asshole,” I ask as I reach out to trail one finger from the tip of her chin down her neck, “if I say I’m grateful to that panic attack? Because you in the shower is exactly my idea of a perfect night.”
I see her breath hitch as I circle one taut nipple with that finger and then move it to her other one as if I’ve got nothing but time. The truth is, I want to slow things down a bit so I don’t embarrass myself.
“You’re not a dick,” she answers and reaches out to touch the tip of mine with her soft finger.
As if I could get any harder? Only, I do when she takes the length of me in her hand.
I bite out a laugh. “Give me a second, sweetheart.”
“As many as you need. As many as you want,” she promises.
And God, I hope she means that.
Because I want a lot from her.
“Any chance you’ve got a condom?”
“No, but we don’t need one if you’re okay with…” She bites down on her lower lip. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m more than okay.” I pull her on top of me, then groan as she lowers herself onto my cock, one slow inch at a time.
I wrap my hands around her hips, grounding myself, because this feels like too much and not enough all at the same time.
She’s warm and tight and perfect. I have to fight for every ounce of control as she sinks down fully, her breath catching, her nails digging into my chest like she needs the support just as much.
“Jesus, you feel…” I can’t even finish the thought.
She rocks her hips experimentally, and my head falls back against the pillow with another groan. “Sweetheart, you keep that up, and I’m not going to last.”
She leans forward, her lips brushing mine. “Then don’t. Just feel it.”
I do.
Every slow grind, every flex of her thighs, every kiss she presses to my jaw. This is more than sex. And it’s dangerous. Because my body is writing a check I don’t think my heart will be able to cash. Either way, it’s a moment I won’t be able to forget.
And God help me, I don’t want to.
Her movements increase, and my hips buck off the bed as I feel the orgasm crash over her. She cries out, and I drive deeper, then shout her name as I pitch over the edge right along with her.
