Heat flashes in her eyes, maybe from the steel in my voice, or maybe she likes being called sweetheart.
Without hesitation, she positions herself over me and slowly sinks down.
“Shit. Fuck.” I curse as I reach blindly for the box of condoms. “Shit, baby.”
As if spurred on by my cursing, she rolls her hips against me.
I put a hand on her thigh, pinning her to me. “Let me get a condom.”
“Hurry,” she whimpers as I finally locate the box and rip out a condom.
“My last tests were negative,” I promise, releasing her.
She pushes up onto her knees, letting my cock slip free.
“Mine too,” she says as I roll the condom on. When it’s in place, she grips my shaft and lines herself up, then lowers herself in one hard movement.
With a shuddering breath, she leans back and rests her hands on my knees, then rolls her hips slowly.
It’s pure torture.
The feel of her.
The view.
I want more. I want all of her. Every day. For the rest of my life.
Never could I have imagined falling like this, but it’s like my soul recognized hers from the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew—I fucking knew right then and there—that this girl would be everything I’ve been searching for, for so long.
I cup her breasts, rubbing my thumbs around her peaked nipples. Every fucking inch of her is so goddamnperfect and I’m going to enjoy every second of exploring her body.
Chest heaving, she straightens and presses her hands into my stomach, rocking against me with more force.
“Caleb.” The whimpered sound of my name sends me barreling toward release. Knowing I make her feel this way fills me with the best kind of pleasure.
I know what she’s going to say. I feel it. But she’s not ready for those words. She’ll second-guess herself once they’re out. So I quiet her with a kiss. I don’t want her to regret it later, to blame it on the sex.
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing along her jaw. “I know.”
She drags her nails down my chest, leaving scratches in her wake, as she comes. Holding her thighs, I flex my hips, pumping inside her until my own climax shatters through me.
We cling to each other for a long moment, chest to chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her torso. Eventually, she peels herself off me and sinks into the mattress. I don’t want to move, but I force myself to get up and throw away the condom. I use the bathroom and wash my hands, returning to find that Halle is sprawled out on her stomach, arms wrapped around my pillow.
I smack her ass. “Get up and go pee. I let it slide last time, but I won’t have you getting an infection on my watch.”
She groans into the pillow. “I don’t want to move. Your bed is so comfy.”
I arch a brow she can’t see with her face buried like that. “You want me to carry you in there and set you down on the toilet myself?”
“God no.” She darts up and scurries to the bathroom, closing the door behind her like she’s scared I’ll come in and watch her.
Laughing, I adjust the pillows and climb back into bed.
When she emerges, wrapped in a towel, the laughter returns. She’s covered herself up, as if afraid to let me see her. As if I wasn’t just buried inside her. She stands in the doorway, hesitation written on her face, eyes darting from the bed to the door and back again.
“Hal?” I question when she doesn’t move. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
She worries her bottom lip, indecision warring on her face. “I was thinking… I can go back to my room if?—”
