Erin awoke the next morning,unsure about her comfortable surroundings and glorious warmth, until she remembered last night. Poor Smith. God, the look on his face as they’d talked about his life. It made her want to cry all over again. Such an amazing man to come from such a start in life.
Was it any wonder she’d come to care for him on such a deep, lasting level? This was nothing like the “love” she’d felt for Cody, the crushes she’d had in the past, or even her first love in high school. Smith was a man with a man’s needs, and for the first time that she could remember, she felt as if she could partner with him, so that they might help and love each other.
God, she’d admitted it. The L-word. Too soon, too soon. Yet she felt it all the same.
An arm tightened around her, bringing her closer to Smith, who spooned her from behind. She had to sneak away to use the facilities, but instead of staying awake—she blinked at the 5:00am on the alarm—she carefully crawled back into bed in the position she’d just left.
Smith murmured her name and tugged her closer. So strong, so big, he surrounded her with care and heat. Such wonderful heat.
Erin used two blankets over the air mattress in her apartment to combat the cold, and then threw more on top of her when she slept. But just one Smith and she felt toasty, comfy, and…aroused.
He pulled her into his body, his erection thick against her back. She wondered if it would be in bad form to explore him. Probably, though she doubted he’d mind.
The big sweetheart murmured her name and kissed her neck. “You awake?” he asked, his thick voice sexy as heck.
No, sexy ashell. Erin wiggled her ass against him. “I am if you are,” she whispered.
He chuckled and jostled behind her, then raised her shirt up to expose her panties under the blanket. She felt his naked flesh against her back and froze, realizing he’d removed his underwear.
Morning sex. She shivered, remembering how it used to be, feeling a part of a couple, sharing intimacies with someone she…loved. Erin didn’t want to think about her confusing emotions just now. She wanted Smith.
She pulled his hand between her legs. “Take them off me.”
He did, then slid his fingers inside her, finding her slick and ready. “Oh, yeah. You’re so hot.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, rubbing his erection against her back, then positioning himself between her legs, resting against her folds but not penetrating.
“In me,” she breathed, wanting him to be a part of her, this wonderful man who had been through so much yet gave her so much joy.
“Yeah. In you,” he agreed and angled himself inside her.
On her side, with Smith behind her, the penetration didn’t get far enough. Then he shifted her leg over his, widening her, and pushed.
She gasped; he groaned. And his movements grew jerky while he rubbed her clit, the race to climax speeding. “Yes, oh, I’m coming.” She keened and ground his hand against her, the aftershocks of passion making her tremble.
He gripped her hip and pulled her back, shoving so deep inside she felt himmove. He shuddered, sawing in and out of her as he came, and she wanted it. Him. As close together as two people could be.
“Erin.” Smith sighed and rested his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck. You’re amazing.”
“An amazing fuck?” She heard herself say it and blushed.
“Hell, yeah.” He chuckled but didn’t withdraw. Instead, he stayed inside her, joined. “Man, I never want to move ever again.”
“Don’t.”
“Trust me, if I could freeze like this, I would. But I’m getting soft, and you’re about to get messy.”
“Dang it.”
He pulled out and she raced away to the bathroom. She’d finished cleaning up when he knocked. She was washing her hands when he moved to the toilet. “No.”
He stopped moving.
“Don’t even think about peeing in front of me,” she warned. “We’re close but not that close.”
“Oh?” he sounded annoyed.
“Smith, we could be married fifty years with forty grandkids, and we still wouldn’t be that close. The only person who pees in front of me is me.”
He grinned. “Forty grandkids? So how many kids is that?”
