Page 220 of Small Town Firsts
I tried to swallow over the dust in my throat, to blink away the haze in my eyes. I was so twisted up, so hot and achy all over. All I needed was to come. Then I could think again.
His movements stimulated my clit with every pass, and I’d been so long denied now that probably a strong breeze could’ve set me off. I cried out, turning my head to bite the pillow.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.” He leaned over me, speeding up until his sweat dripped on my lips. And God, even that was hot. The salt burned where he’d bitten me through our crazy kisses. “Fucking come on me. Now.”
It wasn’t instantaneous. Maybe later I could take pride in that. But straining toward that peak and not getting there made me frustrated enough to drag my nails down his arm, ripping a groan from him that sure as hell didn’t sound like pain. Especially since his cock started to jerk and spurt inside me.
And that was what did it. Not his breathless demands. Just feeling him let go so far inside me, that sticky warmth making me feel so full. It didn’t matter if I was imagining I could feel it or not. Just knowing he was coming inside me bare was enough to make me give in too, my hips rising and falling against the mattress as I relished every pulse. I couldn’t stop moaning, and this time, he didn’t try to cover up my sounds.
We were both too far gone.
He grunted and kept pounding into me with his half-hard dick until we were broken and sweaty and panting.
Then he dropped his head to my breast. I stroked his hair, the words on my lips.
Finally, the truth would be out there between us. No more secrets.
I love you.
But in the end, I couldn’t ruin the perfection of this moment. I couldn’t ask for more when he’d already given me so much. More than I’d ever thought could be possible between us.
Maybe we’d even have a baby together. Our own kind of family.
Our own kind of miracle.
FIFTEEN
I didn’t realizeI’d dozed off in his arms until I tried to move. The watery fingers of early morning light peeked through the edges of his dark curtains. He’d pinned me between him and the mattress with his leg and arm. I tried to be annoyed. It would’ve been easier if I was, but I couldn’t work through the molasses-thick emotions threatening to choke me.
Love.
Greed.
Need.
I wanted to belong to him so very badly. Almost as overwhelming was the equal need for him to belong to me.
And that was so very dangerous.
I wiggled out from under his arm and he moaned into my ear. “Where are you going? You said you’d stay tonight.”
“And I did. It’s morning.”
“No.” The word was more of a moan and rumbled through his chest and along my back. “I missed the whole thing?”
“We were a little tired.”
“There were many little boys and girls, and a very excited one who didn’t want to go to sleep last night. Then…a nightmare.” He curled his arm under me and danced his fingertips over myinner thigh. “There was also another not-so-little girl who tired me out.”
“You wouldn’t be calling me fat, would you?”
“God, no. Perfect.” He skimmed his finger over my thigh to my hip and cupped my ass to shift us even closer. “You fit me in every way.”
I bit back a moan. “Sex is easy, Seth. We’re good at that.”
“Yeah, we are. It’s more than that and you know it.”
I stiffened and tried to wiggle free again. I didn’t want to hear this now. Not when he was all soft and rumbly with sleep. When he could say things he didn’t really mean.
