Page 65 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“I thought you said you had trust issues, too.”

“Not with you.” He pulls me down on top of him and kisses me gently before he growls, “I want to be with you and only you for as long as you’ll have me. I won’t cheat on you. I’m clean, but you’re calling the shots here.”

For some reason, I trust him. I don’t know why. It’s not like me at all. The trust surges through me like a bolt of electricity. I grab his face and kiss him. He laces his fingers through my hair and pulls my lips harder against his.

I finally break away and look at him once before I start licking my way down his body. His fingers are running through my hair as I keep sinking lower. When I lick the tip, he shudders a little bit. Good, it’s his time to fall apart.

He grabs my hair as I lick and kiss and inhale. After a few minutes, his hips start to shake. He’s not going to be able to hold on much longer. Just when I think I’m about to finish him, he sits up and reaches under my arms so I’m straddling him again. He lifts my butt with one hand and pushes himself into me with the other. His hands grab my hips and start moving me forcefully on top of him.

He pulls me further into him as I wrap my legs around his waist. The way he’s panting on my neck right now. Good Lord. I think I’m about to pass out. When his shoulders start shaking, it’s too much for me. My body starts vibrating with him. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. As he explodes inside of me with a loud moan, he reaches down and rubs me a few times. My body shimmies hard against him. I let out a few whimpers before I collapse on his chest.

“Fuck,” he says, panting. “Are you okay?”

“Can’t talk . . .” I have to pause. “Right now.”

He nuzzles his face into my hair. He’s panting so hard that he’s blowing my hair off my shoulders.

“My body feels like I just ran a marathon,” he says, letting a long breath out.

“Yes, so much that.” My chin’s resting on his shoulder. I don’t think I can lift my head. “I can’t move.”

He lowers me down onto my back and runs his hand over my stomach. “I think we both could use some water before we continue. I’ll get it.”

“Good because I seriously don’t think I could walk right now.”

He gives me a light, feathery kiss before he stands up. “Then I think we should make a pact that when I get back with the water, we don’t leave this bed until morning.”

“Deal.”

He crawls out of bed and peeks out the window. “Hey, I think the storm might be over.”

“What storm, Seb?” I manage to get out. “What storm?”

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