Page 82 of Hit the Ground
But she’d made me laugh. My head fell forward as my shoulder shook. “We can be friends, all right—but that’s not all we’regoing to be.” I pushed up on my knees and slid my palms along the backs of her thighs, holding them open.
She licked her lips, staring up at me with wide, bright eyes. “I’m on birth control. If you want…”
“I want,” I grunted, eyeing her glistening flesh. She thought she was ready to take me, and maybe she was, but the fact remained, she was a hell of a lot smaller than me, and I had to get this right. Rushing wasn’t the way. “You need to let me take my time. Can you be patient? If I hurt you, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“I’m good at being patient.”
“You are.” Bending forward, I moved my hands to hold on to her hips, bringing her to me. Then I took myself in hand and angled the head of my cock toward her entrance. “Keep breathing, darlin’. If it’s uncomfortable, don’t hide it. We’re gonna go slow.”
Even if it killed me.
She wrapped her fingers around my forearm, her gaze unwavering. “Come inside, Cay.”
I pressed forward, barely breaching her, and she gasped, her nails digging into my arm. I froze instantly.
“Allie?” My voice was rough from the strain of not sinking all the way inside her. Because damn, did she feel amazing. “Talk to me. Too much?”
Her chest rose and fell fast, then she gave me that brave little grin that always got me. “You’re a lot. But not too much. Don’t you dare stop. I’ll be so mad if you do.”
“Can’t have you getting mad at me.” I pushed forward, watching her face as I did. “I need you to take some deep breaths for me.”
Nodding, she did as I told her. “You’re really big.”
I huffed a laugh, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re not surprised, are you?”
“Bigger than my vibrator,” she mumbled, rubbing her face against my arm. “I want more.”
Slow, steady, I fed myself into her, stopping when her breathing stuttered or her muscles fluttered too tight, giving her time to stretch around me. Every second was torture, but seeing her take me, feeling her body welcome me in, was almost better than any release I’d ever known.
“I need you to open up for me.” I nudged deeper. She was still so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her unless she relaxed.
Tipping her head back, eyes shining up at me, she let out a long breath. “More, Cay.”
Her body gave way, inch by inch, as I reminded her to breathe and kissed her—not to distract her, but because kissing her was better than breathing. “You’re doing such a good job, darlin’,” I panted against her lips. “Taking me like you are. We’re almost there.”
She nodded, squeezing her legs around me, tugging me closer. “Keep going.”
Wet heat eased the rest of the way inside her, until finally,finally, I was home. My hips nudged into hers, deep as I could get, and it was all I could do not to pull out and slide right back in again.
“There we go,” I gritted out. “That’s my girl.”
She whimpered, her head falling back, and I kissed her throat, murmuring what a good job she’d done and how beautiful she was against her skin.
“Caleb,” she whispered, her voice trembling but sure. “You feel…god, you feel perfect.”
I braced my forehead against hers, swallowing hard. “You’re killing me. You really are.” After a few seconds, I lifted my head, searching her face. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay. But if you keep holding still like this, Iamgoing to change my mind about being friends.”
A laugh burst out of me, ragged and desperate, and I kissed her again. Hard this time, giving in to the pull of her body. I moved inside her, each stroke dragging fire through my veins. Her hands and mouth trailed over me, kissing and sucking every inch of flesh she could reach as she moved with me. Every shift of her hips drew me deeper. Every sound she made burrowed under my skin.
It’d been a long time for me, but that had nothing to do with why it was so hard to keep hold of my control. It was all Alice. Her cinnamon scent, how enthusiastic she was, the sounds she made, the way she did nothing to hide how much she was enjoying herself. And Christ, was she gorgeous. Her little breasts bouncing under me. Chestnut hair spread on my pillow. Shining, glazed eyes latching onto mine. Swollen cherry lips seeking me out again and again. Smooth legs squeezing my hips, urging me deeper.
“Alice,” I ground out, jaw tight. “If I don’t slow down, I’m not gonna last.”
She took my face in her hands, giving me a fierce, adorable, sexy frown. “Don’t hold back. Please, Caleb. I want tofeelyou when I’m not with you. I’m begging you to give me that.”
She lassoed my control right out of my hands, her words being all it had taken. Pulling out, I pushed back in harder, my hips finding a rhythm I couldn’t deny. She cried out, wrapping her legs higher around me, taking everything I gave.
