Sliding down beside me, he pulls the covers over us and holds me close. This is different. We’re usually not beneath the covers during sex. They always end up in a tangled heap at the foot of the bed from our vigorous… activities.
The light from the lamp is muted by the gauzy white material enclosing the bed, lending a softness to those gorgeous green eyes I’ve become addicted to. Reno leans up on one elbow, looping his leg over one of mine and pulling it wide as his fingers trace every inch of my face.
He seems to be mesmerized, and the feeling is a hundred percent mutual. A team of stormtroopers could bust through the door right now, and I wouldn’t be able to look away from this beautiful man hovering over me.
We’re in our own little bubble together, one charged with emotions I can’t quite define. He finally breaks the silence.
“Juliette…” He closes his eyes, and for that brief moment, I feel like crying at the loss of contact. But then he opens them again, and they’re swimming with affection. “I want to make love to you, baby.”
Make love. Not fuck or screw. He said he wants tomake loveto me. That’s some very un-Reno-ish talk, and something sparkly fires off inside my chest. I’m unable to form complex words around the lump rising in my throat, so I nod and whisper, “Yes.”
Reno covers my body with his own and nestles his hips between my thighs, his erection already evident. He nudges my entrance, rocking his hips to coat himself with my slickness as his lips pepper sweet kisses all over my face.
Resting on his forearms, he latches his gaze onto my face and presses forward, entering me slowly until his pelvis is flush with mine. His shaky breath flurries across my lips as he rests his forehead against mine.
“Nothing’s ever felt better than this,” he says, his voice sounding a bit ragged.
“Same for me,” I croak, feeling my heart opening up for this man. When he pulls back and enters me again with another measured thrust, it’s like he’s plunging into my soul at the same time.
And Reno does make love to me. His movements are raw but not rough, his words fervent but not dirty.
“You are so beautiful, Juliette. So sweet.” He kisses down the side of my neck and then back up to whisper more heart-bending words into my ear in his deep, sultry voice. “I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the way you make me feel.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and drip down my temples. Reno notices and sips them away with soft sucks.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” he gently scolds.
“I can’t help it. You make me feel so full.” My lips curve into a small smile, and I lift my hips from the bed, driving him even deeper. “And I don’t mean downthere. I mean in here.” I tap my chest.
Reno’s eyes soften at the corners, and then he lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me with a tenderness that has me aching for more from him. More kisses. More time. Moreeverything.
Our bodies move together, rocking like a boat on a gentle sea while our tongues tangle. The bedsprings creak with our rhythm, but there’s no headboard banging. No, our lovemaking is sweet and poignant, an unhurried joining of two people who feel an innate connection.
It’s so much better than any sex I’ve ever had. It’s almost like our goal is not to reach for orgasms; it’s to revel in this night together.Our last night.
A hiccuping sob escapes from my mouth to his, and he breaks the kiss, pulling back a couple inches to study my face. “Are you okay, dream girl? Am I hurting you?”
Only my heart.
But I answer with a softno, and he nods in understanding, as if he feels the same pull that I feel.
“Stretch your arms over your head,” he requests, and I do. Reno drags his hands slowly up my arms until his fingers link with mine, pressing the backs of my hands into the mattress.
We have full-body contact in this position, and it only heightens the emotional impact of our lovemaking. He’s warm, slightly damp, and the dark hair on his torso lightly abrades my soft skin as hemoves over me.
His eyes are so intent on mine, I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. And Idon’twant to. The intimacy between us is almost palpable, and I revel in it.
“I wish we had more time together,” I whisper, giving him my vulnerability. I wrap my legs around him and use my heels against the backs of his thighs as leverage to lift my hips. He goes impossibly deeper, binding our bodies together until we are no longer two separate people but a single entity.
“I do too,” he tells me softly before kissing me again. Our quiet moans echo and then combine in our mouths, and we finally come together. It’s a slow, drawn-out orgasm, one that leaves me trembling beneath him for what seems like forever.
But we don’t have forever. We only have tonight, and I suppress the urge to sob into his shoulder and beg him for more.
Reno releases my hands and wraps his muscular arms beneath me, holding me tight as he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. “You really are my dream girl, Juliette,” he says in a slightly muffled voice, though I can hear him clear as day. “Whenever I think of the perfect woman for me, it will always be your face I see.”
Crushing my eyes closed, I loop my arms around his neck and cling to him, letting the tears escape like a leaky faucet. I no longer care about myI don’t date hockey playersrule. Or that we live so far away from each other.
I don’t care about any of that because…
