Page 61 of The Rebound
“It’s perfect,” she says breathlessly.
And it really is.
Inch by inch, I fill her, watching the ecstasy bloom on her face with each stretch of new territory. I test my limits by rocking my hips in a gentle rhythm, and she curls around me like a silk ribbon. I don’t piston my hips or thrust wildly, I give her time to get where I’m taking her. But trust me, it feels so fucking good that I have a hard time maintaining my slow, steady rhythm. I press my stubbled jaw against the side of her neck and release a slow shaky breath, which may or may not sound like a growl.
“More, yes.” She moans, thrusting her hips against me.
Thank God. And who am I to deny her when she asks so nicely?
“Anything for you.” I breath out the words.
Our hips move together in perfect time, finding an energetic pace that suits us both. She feels amazing, so warm and wet and perfect.
My thumb finds her clit, and her hips stutter against mine. She loses control as she comes, throwing her head back against the pillows in pleasure. I feel the edge hurtling toward me, so I bury my face in the crook of her neck and hold on to her as I groan through my own powerful release.
When the electric surge of my body finally subsides, I regain awareness of Kinley’s body, which is moving against mine. She’slaughing.
“What are you laughing at?” I mumble, my voice muffled by the sheets.
“Nothing. I’m just happy.”
I press a stupid and satisfied grin against her neck. “Me too.”
After I muster up the strength to dispose of the condom, we find a prime cuddling position. It takes a little maneuvering of limbs, but once we find it, I never want to move again. I tell her so and she giggles, nipping my arm playfully.
“Sooner or later I’m going to need to go back, you know.”
“No ...” I groan. “Not allowed.”
“Well, Walker doesn’t have boobs, so his babysitting powers are limited.”
I shudder at the mental image of Reeves with a rack. “Fair enough.”
“Come with me and spend the night?” she asks.
“Of course. Five more minutes?”
She presses a kiss to my cheekbone and nuzzles her nose against mine. “Five more minutes.”
20
KINLEY
In the morning, Saint wakes me with a mug of hot coffee in one hand and an alert babyin the other.
“Morning,” I murmur, sitting up in bed to take in the sight of them. Caleb is freshly diapered and dressed in the soft gray onesiethat I love.And Saint is always a feast for the eyes. They make quite a pair.
“Morning.” Saint grins. “Which do you want first?” He makes a point of looking down at each offering—the baby and the coffee, and I laugh. It’s a toss up. Ireallylove coffee. Even though I only allow myself a few sips of it these days.
“Give me the baby,” I say around a yawn, making a grabby hands motion for him.
Saint does with a chuckle, nestling an eager Caleb in beside me on a pillow. I unlatch my top and bring Caleb to my breast while Saint hands me the mug of coffee.
“I had fun with you last night,” he says, in that sexy deep voice of his, leaning down to give me a kiss on my cheek.
“Me too,” I say, skin heating at the memory of our first-time making love. I knew it would be good, I just didn’t know it would bethatgood. Saint was abeast—focused solely on my pleasure.Andwoo, was it pleasurable.
Part of me can’t believe this is my life—that I have a sweet, attentivesex-godfor a boyfriend, and an adorable baby who I love with my whole heart. I definitely didn’t see all this coming when I got dumped last year. I’m happier than I have any right to be. I can’t even complain about the lack of sleep because so far Caleb is cooperating like a champ. I give him a tender kiss on his chubby cheek.
