Page 74 of Fair Play
“Then we don’t need condoms. I want to feel you inside me, Rome. Bare. Nothing between us.” I don’t care how bold that is. I need him to be in this moment with me—or not at all.
“Yes.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops his sweats. “I’m about seventy-five percent healed, but I think it’ll be easier for me if you’re on top.”
“I love being on top.”
He sprawls out on the bed and then holds out his arms.
I move slowly, not wanting to rush because it feels like what we’re about to do is important. I know it’s just sex. Except it’s not. We bared our souls tonight, and now we’re going to share something both physically and emotionally intimate.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Billie.” He reaches up to put his hands on either side of my face as I straddle his mid-section.
“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” I run my fingers over the scruff of his beard. “I love how this feels when you’re between my thighs. But as much as I love that, I think I’m going to love being able to watch your face as I’m riding you. Your eyes are so expressive when you’re not holding back. That’s what reallyattracted me to you at Blue Thunder. Your eyes told me that you were going to protect me. But also that there was someone special inside. I know how corny that sounds, but I thought about you so many times after that night… and when you walked into my apartment with Bodi, I knew there had to be a reason.”
He reaches up and practically yanks me down, fusing our mouths together like he never wants to let go. I don’t know what I said to get that reaction from him but I like it. I’m falling for him, and I don’t care. This is the man I’ve been waiting for.
His erection pokes at me, rubbing against my thigh and I wiggle into position. I pull away just enough so I can look into his face, and then slide down one excruciating inch at a time.
And it’s everything.
The look in his eyes. The way he spreads me open, fills me. The connection between us that goes so much deeper than what our bodies are doing.
“Fuuuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse, and his eyes start to close.
“Nooo,” I plead. “Please… look at me.”
I can’t seem to help myself—the visual is just as important as the physical, because when I stare into the depth of his gray-blue eyes, I see the answers to questions I don’t even know to ask.
“Beautiful girl, you’re going to wreck me,” he whispers, eyes boring into mine.
“And you me.” I shift and slowly lift before inching down again.
We both groan when he bottoms out.
I knew it would be good. I just didn’t expect such an emotional piece to go with it. Not this soon. It’s a little crazy, a little overwhelming, but everything is crazy and overwhelming when we’re together. It’s also addicting. Soothing. Romantic. Sexy. So many different things that make him, and us as a couple, stupidly perfect.
“Make me come, Rome,” I whisper, pulling my lower lip through my teeth.
“I will. I just don’t want to rush. You started with all this looking into each other’s eyes stuff and now I’m mesmerized…”
He thrusts up and I sink down, the sensation of such deep penetration nearly taking me over the edge, but I don’t want it to be over this soon either.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I murmur. I rest my hands on his chest and do my best to find a slow, steady rhythm but there’s no stopping the freight train barreling down on us. The pleasure is too intense, too all-encompassing, too…perfect.
“Baby, this is…” He grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as his breath becomes labored. “I can’t…”
“Oh, God!” My orgasm shoots out of me. So hard I jerk against him and dig my fingers into his chest as he pounds up and in a few more times.
Strong fingers clamp around my hips holding me fast as we come apart.
“God damn!” He finally stills beneath me, and all I can do is drop down, draping myself all over him like a warm, formless blanket.
I can’t move, breathe, or even think as I lie there.
All there is right now is the two of us, linked together in a moment I never want to end.
“Been waiting my whole life for you,” he murmurs. It’s so soft I almost don’t understand the words but they sink in after a beat.
I’m just too spent to formulate an appropriate response.
