Page 28 of The Boyfriend Material Novellas

I beam, the gleam coming from deep inside my chest.This man.He just does it for me. “Well, let’s see if the fucking is awesome,” I toss back.

With a smile, he stretches his arm to the nightstand, reaching for a condom, I presume.

But something he said last night sticks with me.I’ve been all about work since then. And I’m better off without her.“Vaughn . . .”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a year. I’m clean, and I’m on protection.”

His lips curve up. “I’ve been a monk too, and I’m safe.”

He drops the condom back into the drawer, moves over me, and lifts my arms above my head. I tremble.

The feel of him is extraordinary. The weight of him. Theheat.

I cup his cheek. “I need you to know, this doesn’t feel like just sex,” I whisper.

With that, I surprise myself.

Because I was wrong.

Wrong about being safe from hurt.

Wrong about being impervious to heartache.

And I was dead wrong to think that ending this will be easy.

My heart’s already onboard. It will ache when he leaves.

But tonight is about feeling good.

And I feel amazing when he answers me with “I need you to know it won’t be just sex for me.”

My heart melts a little more.

Settling between my thighs, he guides himself into me, and I moan instantly, my eyes floating closed. I’ve been so turned on all night, and now I finally have him, this man I desperately want. This man who knows what to do with me.

He takes his time till he’s all the way in, and I gasp once he’s there. The feeling is extraordinary. My bones hum, and tingles race down my spine.

I widen my legs and wrap my arms around his neck, craving closeness.

He takes his time, listening to my cues, finding a rhythm. Soon, we’re moving like we know each other’s bodies. Like we were meant to be tangled up together.

He raises up on his arms, reaching for my right leg and hooking me tighter around him. At that angle, he goes deeper, and I nearly lose my mind with pleasure.

“Oh God,” I pant, then I look up at him, meeting his eyes. They’re so intense right now. I swear I see something in them. Something I haven’t seen before.

And that look, it makes me want to connect with him. He slows our pace, tantalizing me with unhurried thrusts. “Hi,” I whisper, wanting, hoping he feels the same thrilling new thing I do. This wild beating in my heart.

“Hi to you.” His voice tells me he does. His voice and the way he talks to me, the way he looks at me.

“This feels incredible,” I whisper.

“Yeah. There’s no other word for it.”

Soon we speed up, a pace that sends pulse after pulse of pleasure through me.

I’m getting closer to the edge. So damn close. I’ll be there any second. He swivels his hips and drives into me, making me unleash a string ofoh God, oh Gods.

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