Page 26 of Fools in Love

“Holy shit,” I said, my mouth dry.

He cocked an eyebrow in my direction. “Good?”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the ridiculous question. “Uh, yeah,” I answered before throwing my hands above my head and closing my eyes as I tried to get my heart rate under control.

“I want to take that dress off, but I’m afraid I’ll rip it,” he started before adding, “So, if you like it, you’d better get it off yourself before I do it.”

Sitting up on my elbows, I gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Get all that off too.” I wagged a finger at his body before I pushed off the bed and went to work on slipping out of my favorite dress.

He was undressed before I was. Standing there in all of his boxer briefs glory. He was ridiculously chiseled, like someone had carved him out of stone. It was no wonder that they’d put him on the cover of the calendar. His body was a freaking work of art. But even if it hadn’t looked that way, I would have still wanted him just as badly. My desire for Robbie had nothing to do with what he’d been hiding underneath his clothes.

I stood there, struggling. This damn dress was easy to get into, but not easy to get out of. Once I finally pulled the material over my head and dropped it on the floor, Robbie’s green eyes followed my every move. He looked enraptured as I stood there with only a soft nude bra on, which I quickly got rid of.

“I want to be surprised, but that dress left little to the imagination, sweetheart,” he said as he took a step toward me. And then another one. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Another step.

“Thank you. You’re sexy as hell.”

Last step, and one hand was in my hair while the other splayed across my back as he dipped down to kiss me. Both hands pulled me tighter, like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Lose the briefs,” I insisted between kisses, and just like that, they were gone, his dick springing free and knocking me in the thigh like it wanted my attention.

“Condom,” he mentioned before breaking away and walking toward his dresser to fish one out.

I didn’t want to stay standing, so I moved back onto his bed and scooted toward the headboard, hoping that the position I lay in looked attractive. When he turned around, condom in hand, he wasted no time in ripping it open and rolling it down his length.

When he reached the bed, he moved on top of my body before leaning down to kiss me, the rest of him still hovering. “More than just sex,” he stated in a whispered breath.

“More than just sex,” I repeated and hoped that it was.

Guys sometimes said all kinds of things they didn’t really mean in order to get laid. I just hoped this wasn’t one of those times.

His hand was between my thighs, and he positioned himself at my entrance before starting to push in. One hard thrust, and my mouth let out a gasp at the magnitude of taking him in all at once. Robbie did nothing gradually. It was almost like the idea of taking things slow was too torturous for him to bear.

I didn’t mind. My legs wrapped around him as he moved in and out of me, his eyes opening and closing. Even with the condom on, he felt amazing.

“Kiss me.” I tilted my head up, and his lips claimed mine the second I gave him the opportunity.

His tongue roamed inside my mouth, exploring, playing, feasting. I could taste myself on him.

His strong arms reached for one of my legs before he moved it to the side, forcing me to straddle his body like a scissor. Taking me from that way caused me to draw in a sharp breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. You just hit a new spot.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked as he continued moving inside me, hitting that angle with each thrust.

I nodded. “Don’t stop.”

My words turned him on. I felt him grow thicker. One hand gripped my thigh, holding it firmly in place to the side as he plunged even harder into my body. I took it all, liking the way he touched places in me that felt brand-new.

“Sweetheart,” he rasped, his pace quickening, and I knew he was close. “I’m going to…” he started, and then the words died in his throat as he came undone inside of me.

I gripped his shoulders as he twitched.

When he finished, he pulled out and flopped down beside me, his chest moving up and down rapidly. I turned on my side to face him, my hand resting on his arm.

He turned his head toward me. “I bet you’re really hungry now, huh?”

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