He was right there with her.When she tightened around him, his body jerked.But then he was pounding into her hard and coming.His breaths were hot against her neck, and his muscles clenched everywhere she touched.
Then it all drained out of them.The vigor, the unrelenting need, the driving compulsion…
Roxie sagged against the bed and felt Billy’s weight press her into the mattress.For once, her mind was still.Satiation filled her body, and she was at ease.
For longer than she usually let herself feel it.
Together, they just breathed.And were.
“There are stars on the ceiling,” she murmured in wonder.
Billy snorted softly.“Those aren’t real.”
His movements were lethargic, but he shifted them until they were both fully on the bed, although lying cockeyed across it.“Too little blood to your head.”
And too much somewhere else.
The heat where they were connected was overwhelming, and it finally got through Roxie’s hazy brain.She began to wiggle.
He sighed heavily in her ear.“Yeah, yeah.”
Catching her squirming hips, he held her still as he pulled out of her.Slowly, deliberately, he made her feel every inch.
The bastard.
Her hands came up to his shoulders as he took care of things, but his weight came right back down atop of her afterwards.“I told you,” he said grumpily.“I’m staying.”
She wasn’t fighting him on that.Stroking her finger down his spine, she whispered in his ear.“Then let me be on top.You’re heavy.”
He grumbled but rolled them over and somehow managed to free the covers.He pulled the comforter over them, and Roxie settled against his chest.She could hear his heart beating beneath her ear.He generated heat like a furnace, and her cold toes curled in delight.
She’d broken all her promises to herself.Again.
Just like she’d known she would.
She had principles and she knew what decisions she should make, but life had also taught her to grab the good things when she could.She stretched out atop Billy’s muscled body.He had a lot of good things to grab.
She knew she was playing with fire, but being with him had been the first time tonight that it had actually felt like a celebration.They’d both officially “made it.”
Although once long ago she’d thought they’d make it together, and he wouldn’t be living all the way over in North Carolina.
Thinking about the distance between them hurt.
The physical distance, as well as the emotional.
She stroked her fingers slowly over his chest.She’d thought he might really be gone this time.It had been over two years since he’d walked out The Ruckus’s doors.Two years since they’d talked… and touched… Splayed atop him, she could feel his softened erection against her inner thigh.The lighting inside her bedroom was the same as it had been outside, moonlit and secretive.
The silence here was more palpable.Without the soft breeze and the rustle of leaves, all she heard was the sound of their breaths and the hum of the refrigerator out in the kitchen.For all their physical gymnastics moments earlier, the silence had returned.
Along with the fear of consequences.
And regret that he’d be gone again come sunlight.
Sleep had been sneaking up on her, but the thought made her eyes pop open.She’d given him until morning.There was no reason why she couldn’t indulge herself just a while longer.
Spreading her hand wide on his ribcage, she toyed with his masculine nipple.His breath hitched for a second, but he remained relaxed against the pillow.Her brow furrowed.Okay…
Turning her head, she gave his other nipple a slow, wet lick.
