Page 34 of Rex's Honor
Her pulse beat out of control, and she began to wonder if he was even going to climb back on the bed and make love to her.
Make love.
The concept tore through her mind. Their sex had always been playful. It wasn’t that they hadn’t once loved each other, but sex wasn’t necessarily how they conveyed the strong emotion with one another. It was an act of pleasure.
He finally made his way back to the bed, climbing between her legs, the length of him throbbing against her thighs. He planted his elbows next to her ears, his hands cupping her face as he stared into her eyes. Saying nothing, he slowly shifted, sinking himself into her.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Blinking, she managed to keep the tears stinging her eyes from breaking free.
She loved him.
Never stopped.
Never would.
But she’d never have him. Once his mother passed, he’d go back to Florida. He wouldn’t ask her to go with him. She knew that for a fact. And she couldn’t beg him to stay.
They were right back where they had left off twelve years ago, and there would be no happy ending.
His lips brushed gently over hers as his hips rose up and down in a soft rolling motion like waves crashing at the shoreline.
Her back involuntarily arched into him, her soft moans gaining in strength. She felt every inch of him swell deep inside. Her eyes remained locked with his mesmerizing stare. Biting down on her lip, a second climax shook her and with it he tenderly kissed her lips. His breath labored as his movements increased in both speed and intensity. His eyes widened as a deep guttural groan vibrated from his chest.
His body tightened as he thrust once, his release spilling out inside her.
No condom.
What a horrible thought to have right at this moment. She quickly pushed it aside, rubbing her hands up and down his back, rocking her hips slightly, enjoying the way his pupils dilated, then contracted as he orgasmed.
He kissed her nose and then collapsed on top of her. She gladly accepted his weight, gently stroking his shoulders.
She held him like that for another ten minutes before he rolled to his side, tucking himself up behind her, holding her in his arms. In minutes, he was fast asleep.
Closing her eyes, she let out a long breath.
“I love you,” she whispered so quietly that she barely heard the words herself.
He certainly hadn’t, because if he had, he would have leaped from the bed and run for cover.
9
Tilly peeked open her eyes, the morning sunlight shining through the window. She blinked a few times, gaining focus.
“What time is it?” she asked.
No response.
She’d never been one to sleep in, and she hadn’t known Rex to either.
Stretching, she rolled over, reaching out for him and got nothing but an empty bed.
She bolted upright, clutching the covers over her bare chest.
“Rex?” she called.
Looking around the room, she noticed his clothes had been picked up.
Her heart sank. He’d snuck out.
