Page 43 of Moonlighter
“Wait, what?”
She shakes her head. “Spermicide. I don’t know what’s in that stuff.”
“Well…” I don’t, either, of course. “We don’t have to have sex.”
She sits up quickly. “Oh, yes, we do. I mean—if you know you’re healthy. Nate is always bragging about the healthcare he gives your team. And I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.”
I sit my naked ass down on the bed and try to think. “I’m very careful, and I’ve been tested very recently.” She’s right about the healthcare. Our team doctor cheerfully calls us in for frequent testing. He has all the single guys on a rotation.
It’s just that I never do this. I never go bare. That’s far more intimacy than I’m used to.
“Eric,” she whispers. “I probably won’t have sex again for five years. Don’t make me wait.”
“Five years?” My head swings toward her in disbelief.
“I’m exaggerating, maybe. But single moms don’t see a lot of action.” She shakes her head. “Never mind. That’s not even relevant. I just really want to.”
As do I. But… “Five years?” I repeat. “No pressure, though.”
She laughs. And then she reaches around behind her body and unhooks that lace bra. She tosses it aside, and now all I can see are heavy breasts begging to be stroked and kissed. She puts her palms underneath them, cupping herself, offering them to me. “No pressure,” she echoes.
Holy hell. I suddenly like Hawaii a whole lot better than I did a few hours ago.
With a groan, I climb farther onto the bed, laying her out as I go. We’re skin to skin, and my arms are full of a curvy goddess. My mouth sinks onto hers, and our kiss is deep and serious. She tastes like desire, and she smells like heaven.
I lose myself in her mouth for a few glorious minutes. We kiss and clutch and tease. When I can’t wait any longer, I work a hand between our bodies and grip myself. She lifts her hips to brace for me.
Then there’s nothing left to keep me from heaven except my nagging conscience. Logically, I know this is okay. She wants this. I want this. Owing to excellent health care and my recent dry spell, there is no reason at all why I can’t do this.
Still. Crossing this line isn’t easy. I’ve followed the same rules my whole adult life. Wrap it up. Keep your distance. Don’t take advantage, and don’t get attached.
Alex’s trust in me isn’t misplaced. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.
Slowly, I drag my cock head along her sweet, slick pussy. There’s nothing like it, and I feel like a hedonist. Alex’s eyes squeeze shut with pleasure. But when she opens them again, they beg me for more.
And I can’t help myself for one more minute. I lift her knee and thrust my hips forward, entering her in one sweet slide. We moan in stereo, gazes locked, faces flushed, hearts beating in sync. Exhaling slowly, I ease back to repeat the motion.
It’s heaven. So hot. So wet. So unlike any other time. I’m speechless as I find a rhythm, slow at first, and then faster.
Soon I’m flying. Her nails dig into my back a little more deeply with every thrust. Each movement brings her another sob or moan of pleasure.
“Alex,” I murmur. I have no other coherent words. But none are needed. We’re communicating on a primal level now. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve never felt so joined to anyone.
Maybe the whole fake boyfriend role is screwing with my head. Because sex with Alex suddenly feels…inevitable. Like I’m meant to be here and nowhere else.
Closing my eyes, I brace my arms on the mattress. Composure is part of my personality. I pride myself on my self-control. But even I have my limits. I’m drowning in pleasure. And when I drop down to kiss her again, it’s almost too much. There is no part of me untouched by her warmth and softness. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her scent is in my lungs.
It’s perfect. Too perfect. “Alex,” I growl against her lips. “Come, honey.”
She only whimpers in response, her arms tightening around me.
I capture one silky knee in my hand, and slow my pace, grinding down for her. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.” I grit my teeth as she moans in my mouth.
And then I feel it. A clench and a shudder. A gasp and a moan.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt. She makes the most beautiful, high-pitched keen of pleasure. And I’m just done. I thrust forward once more in slow motion and let myself go. It’s pure pleasure and aching relief. My groan is low and long as I empty my soul into her beautiful body.
“Oh my god,” Alex breathes when we’re finally both still.
