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“I don’t,” I replied.Is that what I’m offering him right now? Me? Fears, ugly past, insecurities, and all?
“And Anya?”
“Yes?”
“This isn’t just about sex for me. I haven’t been into one-night stands for a while, if I’m honest. I want a real connection with you. I am genuinely thankful that coming back to New Burlington brought me to you.Youhave made my days brighter. Whether that be in sharing pizza together, arguing, and now, making love.”
Wow. I have never been spoken to like that before.
I searched his eyes, hoping all I saw was genuine honesty. And when I answered, I knew I needed to be just as honest. “I want that too, Robert,” I whispered, hoping he would catch me if I fell. “You’re way out of my league.” He scoffed, so I leaned in and kissed his lips quickly.
“But I don’t want to hide. I want to be with you.”
Robert kissed me again, his lips hungrier, as if something had been unleashed between us, some kind of connection made that felt deeper and more honest than anything that had passed between us before. As he kept his mouth connected to mine, he moved his free hand up the length of my side, tracing the outline with his index finger. A deep heat grew inside my stomach, and I was nearly delirious with desire, wanting desperately to feel every part of him.
His fingers found the large earrings I’d thrown on a few seconds before greeting him at the door. He played with the right one, rubbing it with his thumb. “These are gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I said.
He dropped it and traced the side of my jaw with his index finger. “I want you to keep them on.”
“Sure,” I murmured.
“But I need you to take everything else off.” He pressed his face against my cheek so I’d hear his next words clearly. “Because I can’t stand to see you wearing this dress anymore.”
The next few moments were a blur. I complied with his request, lifting the dress over my head, and tossing it aside, letting it land in a heap on the floor by the nightstand. Robert took his pants and shirt off too, sending them to the same pile, his clothes mixing with mine as if they’d always done so, as if they were meant to do so. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he groaned when he saw me standing only in my underwear, a lacy bikini I’d found in the bottom of my dresser moments before I slipped on the gold jewelry.
“I don’t think I can take it any longer,” I said. “I want you right now. Don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to.” He bent down and lifted me into his arms. “I’m going to make love to you, Anya. Right now. That’s what you deserve tonight.”
He moved me to the bed and placed me on top of it before crawling to the edge. Carefully, he lifted my hips and pulled off the underwear. For the first time, I was totally naked before him, heat pulsing through my body and desire the only thing on my mind.
Then his mouth met my desire, connecting with my most private place.
“Oh my God,” I murmured once the tingling pleasure of satisfaction took over.
As Robert licked and sucked the most sensitive parts of my body, I moved with him, opening myself to the vulnerability that came with it. My fingers clutched and pulled the duvet cover underneath me as the tension and warmth built inside me, pushing toward a release I hadn’t felt in front of a man in a long, long time. When it finally came, I shuddered in ecstasy before pulling Robert up the length of my body.
“I need you inside me,” I said against his shoulder.
He pulled back and his gaze caught mine. “Do you—”
“In the first drawer on the nightstand,” I replied. “Unless you brought some.”
He grinned. “They’re in the back pocket of my pants on the floor.”
“Mine are closer.”
I angled my body, so he’d be able to reach the condoms that I was still surprised I’d kept, the ones I’d bought months earlier in an act of naked hopefulness one day at the drug store on the outskirts of town. I hadn’t known then that I’d meet anyone worth sharing my bed, but now I had. And by God, I wanted him to share every part of me.And I need him to do it now.
Robert tore into the wrapper and slipped it on in an instant. My heart throbbed in my chest, beating in my ears, and when he parted my legs, I was already soaked with need. He ran the pad of his index finger across the apex of my thighs. “There we go.” He shifted his body, and his hips aligned with mine. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I murmured, the moment consuming me. “Yes.”
Robert exhaled and pushed into me, going as deep as he could, penetrating me to the hilt. We moved together, twisting on the bed as the tension and pleasure between us grew from a small flame into a roaring forest fire. My thoughts fell away as I gave in, my hands in his hair, my mouth against his shoulder, every one of my senses focused on him and only him.
No, onus.
