Page 84 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

Instead, he gasped out her name, a hoarse whisper.

Slowly he came back to earth, settled in the cradle of her arms and legs. He rolled them to their sides and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

He could feel every shudder, could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Hell, he could feel his own racing pulse. In his throat, in his chest, in the vein at the side of his forehead.

As he placed a kiss to the top of her head, he heard her sigh.

The frantic energy that had filled the room only moments before dissipated.

“Are you good, babe?” he asked when he could finally speak, stroking the soft skin of her shoulder with the tips of his fingers.

“Mmm. Better than good,” she said, lazily.

Better than good.

“Still on solid ground?”

“Not even close, but yes.”

It felt good to simply lie there with her. To not be thinking about the quickest way to get out of there, or the least offensive way to ask her to leave.

He wanted her there.

Hell, she belonged there with him.

And a strange sensation filtered through him. He wanted to continue his vocal lessons with her and crush them. He wanted to record the music she’d encouraged him to write and see it become a huge hit—not because his ego wanted it, or his bank balance needed it, but because he wanted her to be proud of him. He wanted her to know that the way she’d helped him was clear for everyone to see.

That sounded a lot like ... love.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

You didn’t just fall in love with someone that quickly. Surely that kind of thing needed time to build, and he couldn’t possibly love her after only two weeks of knowing her.

No. It’s just phenomenal, mind-blowing sex.

She wiggled against him, tucked her head closer to his chest. He reached between them and pulled the condom off, placing it on the wrapper on the bedside table—too fucking exhausted to deal with it—and closed his eyes.

Her fingers gently stroked up and down his abs, a soothing action more likely to send him to sleep than turn him on again.

“You’re staying the night, right?” he asked gruffly.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yeah. Little Jase really likes you.”

He felt her body shudder with laughter. “Stop calling him Little Jase.”

Jase grinned and tilted her chin so he could see her. “You have the prettiest just-got-fucked face.”

Cerys rolled her eyes. “Stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently. “Nothing could ruin this moment, babe. Too fucking special.”

She sighed. “Okay. You can keep talking.”

Her lips were soft, slightly bruised from his early attentions, so he kept things gentle. “I’m glad you came.”

“Define came.”

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