Page 63 of Love You
“Lay the other way,” he said because she was crossways and if she stayed that way his legs would hang off the edge of the bed.
She quickly scooted longways and he joined her, picking up where they’d left off. Except this time, they were both naked and the skin-to-skin contact was like a whole new aphrodisiac.
“I’m, uh, not on anything,” she said as he played with her breasts.
One hand slipped between her legs. “I’ve got you covered.”
Of course he did. The man probably had a closet full of condoms, which was good, she told herself. Exactly what she needed. A Don Juan to make her feel desirable and teach her the ropes. And with Win she was finding that she could let go of her inhibitions. Instead of judging, all he seemed to care about was making them both feel good. Cherished, even. It was liberating to be able to drop her guard, instead of feeling like someone was cataloging her every shortcoming. In fact, he emboldened her to be more outspoken, braver, even brazen. And . . .
She could no longer think because he was doing things to her that should’ve been indecent, except they were . . . wonderful. She whimpered as he rubbed his length against her.
A drawer scraped open, and he suited up and entered her a little harder and faster than she was expecting. She flinched.
“Shit.” He pulled out.
“No, no.” She tried to guide him back in. “Just go slow.”
He kissed the side of her throat and inch by inch slid in. “Better? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s good.” She ran her hands over his back and felt his muscles bunch. “You can move a little more.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
He picked up the pace, pistoning his hips. It felt so amazing she thought she might spontaneously combust. She tried to find a rhythm that would match his strokes and when she wrapped her legs around his waist he moaned. It made her feel sexy and just a little bit powerful.
He picked up speed, pumping harder. “Ah, jeez, that’s good. So good.”
“More,” she said because the fullness of him and the friction was driving her mad. This exceeded anything she could’ve imagined. And her hands began to slowly explore, touching all those hard-as-granite muscles and stroking all the parts of him that had intrigued her for so long.
“That’s . . . ah . . . keep going,” Win called out, giving her the courage to take the full tour of his body, feeling and weighing and kissing until they were both so worked up she thought they would detonate. “You’re killing me, woman,” he said, his voice trembling as if he were on the brink.
It made her heart smile. All those pent-up years of sexless nights had turned her into a wanton. And Win . . . Win was perfect. He made her feel perfect and sexy—and free.
He reached under her bottom and went deeper and harder, pulling out and pushing in over and over again. The tempo made her wild and she started thrashing her head from side to side, scraping her nails down his back and squeezing his firm, muscled ass until he was grunting. His caresses only heightened the pleasure, leaving her breathless.
And just like that she began to shatter. It was even more potent than the first time, her whole body shuddering while white stars exploded in her head. She couldn’t be sure but she thought she heard herself calling out his name.
A few seconds later, he threw his head back, his face taut with strain, and let himself go, collapsing on top of her in a heap. He was heavy but his weight felt good, like a warm blanket. And despite his climax, he was still hard inside of her. Summoning the last of his energy, he pumped a few more times, then slowly withdrew.
“You okay?” he said into her neck.
“Yes.” She was beyond okay.Fulfilled,sated,euphoricwere just a few of the words that came to mind. And she was proud of herself for finally getting what she wanted, even if it was just for one night. “How about you?”
He lifted up on two hands, looked down at her, and curved his lips up into that signature heartbreaker smile of his. “Good. Really, really good, though you made me relapse.”
“Sorry about that.” But she wasn’t, not even one tiny drop. She actually wanted to howl at the moon, she was so happy.
“No worries. It was totally worth it. I’ll get back on the program tomorrow.” He winked. “Let me get rid of this.” He motioned to the condom and disappeared inside the bathroom.
She got up, collected her clothes, and started getting dressed. Her head was still muzzy and her body still thrummed and she never felt so satisfied in her life. Yes, it was good to be alive. And tomorrow she’d deal with the ramifications. But for now, she just wanted to revel in the afterglow of incredible sex.
“What are you doing?” Win came out of the bathroom, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked. Either that or he had zero inhibitions, which was more likely the case. And why should he when he had the body of a Greek god? And the stamina of a bull.
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?” He swiped his shorts off the floor and put them on.
