8
STEVEN
My eyes are glued to Becca as she slowly walks toward my bedroom while wearing my clothing.
Something about seeing the woman you love in your clothes can drive any sane man into madness.
She’s actually here…in my house, heading to my bed. This is unreal.
This is definitely something I could get used to seeing.
The feelings I had for her haven’t faltered one bit, even after she broke my heart.
I knew that she didn’t do it to be malicious because I know her better than she thinks.
Maybe this snowstorm is a blessing in disguise.
The universe is trying to get us to rekindle what was not lost, but stored away.
Grabbing the remote, I turn off the television in the living room and walk briskly into the bedroom behind her.
I don’t want to miss a second of this night.
It might never happen again if I don’t play my cards right.
As Becca climbs into bed, covering herself in my thick gray comforter, I waste no time climbing in behind her.
I want badly to curl up behind her and snuggle into her warmth, but I can’t get a clear read on her.
The last thing I want to do is overwhelm her.
I lie still behind her, staring out the window at all the snow falling from the sky.
If this is as far as it goes tonight, I’m just happy she’s here with me.
To my surprise, her body scoots back, pressing against mine as she nuzzles in for warmth. “There,” she expresses. “That’s better.”
My heart begins beating faster, pumping blood to places that I wish had more self-control.
I can’t help it when she’s near me, let alone pressed against me with the smell of her sweet skin filling my lungs.
God, she’s so perfect.
Becca giggles as she wiggles her butt against my already swelling erection. “Someone’s excited,” she whispers.
I chuckle nervously.
“You have no idea…” I can’t believe that she is in my bed right now, and that my body is already reacting so soon after having had sex less than an hour ago with her.
“I, uh. I know we just had sex, but if you keep wiggling like that, there’s going to be a round two,” I warn her, but she wiggles once more, sayingoopsin the most innocent voice she can muster.
My jaw clenches tightly as my hand grips onto the waistband of the pants she’s wearing, pulling them down roughly, along with mine. She gasps and I smile. “Hey, I warned you…”
I grab her waist tightly as my hips thrust against her bare ass aggressively, showing her just what she can do to me with just a little wiggle.
Using my foot, I push her pants the rest of the way off her legs and shift out of my own.
My finger flicks the bottom hem of her shirt. “We won’t be needing this.” She listens, pulling it over her head and tossing it over the side of the bed.
