Page 105 of The Worst Guy Ever
My hands find his, and our fingers entwine, squeezing each other tight as I push my head down and pull slowly back up. The sound of his moans shoots straight through my core, that low swoop of heat spreading fast. My thighs rub together, my body aching for relief, and I take him deeper, gagging slightly when he reaches the back of my throat.
“Jesus, no, I’m too close,” he whimpers, pulling away. “Let me get a condom.”
“Wait,” I whisper, gripping hold of his thighs and staring up at him. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
A vulnerable silence passes between us. I’m not the same girl he first met a year ago. He needs to know how much I’ve changed, how much he means to me, but I don’t have the language for it yet. I daren’t breathe while I wait for his response.
“I haven’t either,” he says, his thumb stroking my cheek, fingers tucking into that delicate spot behind my ear.
“You’re telling me you, Rob Man Whore Morgan, hasn’t gotten laid inthree months?“ I laugh, nuzzling into his palm. “How are you not walking around with balls the size of a house?”
“I don’t think that’s how balls work. But don’t worry, I come pretty often.”
Heat creeps up my neck and my breath catches in my throat. “Thinking about me?”
“Yup,” he nods.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered, or disgusted.” I can’t help myself. I’m working on it, but of course I push his feelings away.
“I’m hoping it’s secret option number three,” he says, pulling me to my feet and laying me back on his bed. His cowboy hat tips down to cover my face, and he throws it across the room like a frisbee. A real cowboy would be horrified, I’m sure, but the waistcoat goes with it and then his hands are back on me, pushing up underneath my dress to drag my underwear down.
“What’s secret option number three?”
“Turned on.” He licks a line up the column of my throat, a possessive move he knows drives me wild.
“Oh, I’m definitely turned on.” I reach down between us and grip him in my fist, guiding his thick crown to where I want him most.
“Are you sure?”
“So fucking sure.”
We move at the same time, him sliding inside me as I push my way down his length. The fullness shocks me, sending a garbled cry from my throat. It’s not even that it feels so good, his scorching skin against mine, it’s that it feels so special, so right to have nothing between us. I think he must feel the same way too because he cradles my face in between his arms, propping himself up on his elbows, covering my face in gentle kisses while he rocks his hips slowly in and out of me.
“I won’t last long like this,” he huffs out, his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I want to take my time with you, but fuck, Hattie, I’ve missed you so much.”
“We have time. Just stay still for a minute.”
And he does. He slows right down, his eyes roaming my face, his hands in my hair. When his gaze settles on my mouth, it’s the most natural thing in the world to tip my chin up and press my lips to his.
“Oh fuck, really?” he breathes into my mouth, his voice low and shaky.
I nod and press harder, parting on a moan to let him sweep his tongue over mine. Tears spring in my eyes and I squeeze them shut.This is good. This is good. This is good.
“I want you so much,” I cry out and he kisses me deeper, the stroke of his tongue full of need. He sucks my lower lip so hard I’m certain he’ll bruise me, but I don’t care. I take everything he has to give and grip his shoulders while I lose control of my limbs.
I’ve never had a kiss like it. Never known what it feels like to be so entirely consumed. He cups my face as he begins to move in and out of me again. He fucks me deep and slow, and I don’t turn away. I feel it all. Notice everything. Let him in.
I need this so much. Need him closer. Need to feel safe and held and wanted. Needhim.
His pace builds, and he adjusts his position, making space for his fingers to find where I need him most. Still thrusting, I’m wound so tight it takes seconds for my body to relent, a burst of stars shooting in all directions. Rob pulls my orgasm from deep within me and I flail, actually flail, my body rising from the bed like it’s possessed. Only my head stays in contact with the mattress while he pulls me further onto his dick, his fingers still working their magic.
“Give me one more,” he pleads. “I love making you come.” There’s no way I could stop him, one orgasm slamming straight into the back of another, my legs shaking, fists grabbing sheets, core throbbing around him.
He’s the only man who’s ever managed, the only one who’s ever cared to put my needs first. All this time, I thought he was the worst guy ever, and it turns out he’s the best.
I feel like crying, and laughing, and screaming all at once. I feel as if I’m on fire, scorched from the inside out. I feel everything, and I let him see it all.
Rob topples forward, bracing on his forearms, his mouth finding mine again. His hips rock, steady and deep and my hands grip his sides, coaxing him closer, needing to feel the weight of him in my arms.
