He wasn’t in much better shape.
He pressed a kiss to her big toe and pulled back.He quickly got rid of his clothes.Watching her, he crawled up over her.She pushed back the covers, and her hands swept up his sides.He lowered himself atop of her.
“I need you now,” he said, his voice like sandpaper.
She messed him up so bad, but he needed her to get through his days.
Gliding his hand up her ribcage, he spread his hand over her breast.She inhaled deeply, and her nipple pushed into his palm.
Coming up off the pillow, she kissed him.Her breasts pressed intimately against his chest, and her tongue glided against his own.He was drowning in the feel of her when an inquisitive touch made his hips jerk.
“Roxie,” he groaned.She had his erection in the palm of her hand.Her fingers had wrapped around his girth, and they were adept.
Her brown gaze was steady on his.“I need you, too.”
She settled back on the bed.Her hair spilled over the pillow and her sleek body cradled his.It was the naked expression on her face, though, that cut through everything else.
He knew that look.He knew how it felt to not want to be alone.
Her legs shifted, parting, and her hips lifted.Her breaths were deep as her chest rose and fell.He eased her back against the pillow and lowered his weight until the mattress cuddled them both.
Something sultry and slow was coming from the bar’s jukebox.Outside, a breeze rustled the trees.He swiveled his hips, watching her eyes the entire time.Down below, her hot touch guided him to where he was dying to be.
With a slow thrust, he entered her.
And nearly came.
Billy’s heart started pounding so hard, his ribs shook.
She hadn’t made him put on a condom.He looked at her quickly, but his jaw locked down tight.If she had second thoughts, he’d pull out, but he wasn’t going to do anything to yank himself out of the purest pleasure he’d experienced in years.
She felt like heaven around him—hot, soft, and tight.His breaths worked in his lungs like bellows as he waited, but her eyes were closed in pleasure.Her head was thrown back, her neck arching as a soft cry left her lips.
He ventured deeper, and she felt like flowing, red hot silk.
His head dropped, and he let out a groan.
He’d forgotten how insanely good it was to be with her like this.Connected, body and soul.Sealing his mouth over hers, he began to move.He didn’t want to pull back, but the glide was right.He pumped back in again, seating himself, and tingles gripped the base of his spine.
From that moment on, there was no conscious thought in his head.Everything turned visceral.
Roxie knew what she was doing.She was breaking her hard and fast rule, but right now, this time, she needed him this way.Close, with nothing separating them.
The way they moved together was so intimate and sensual.He felt big inside her as he stroked steadily.Deep and slow.Hot and wet.Her fingers dug into his back.The muscles in his butt flexed, and she palmed him.She loved what he was doing to her, inside and out, but it was more than that.
He’d scared her with his words—just reached inside and squeezed her heart.What if they’d never met?
Was he right?The idea that someone had needed her consumed her.He hadn’t had a good time of it as a kid either, and her heart broke over that.Had she helped him?
She undulated beneath him, meeting his thrusts.His chest pressed hot against hers, his weight plumping her breasts and making her nipples ache.
“Ooooh,” she cried.
She clutched at him, feeling the orgasm rising within her.When she came it was like the end of a long race, when the fast and furious pace slowed into smooth, endless victory laps around the track.
So good.
He was the only one who could do this to her, the only one who could make her feel this way.
