Dammit, I’m afraid I’ll come at first thrust; that’s how much I want her. Rising, I press her knees back and wedged myself between her legs, my cock poised at her wet entrance.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her gaze meets mine. I nudge my cock at her entrance, finding her so wet I slip inside and pause, clenching my jaw and thinking of anything but how damn good she feels.
She lifts her hands, and I entwine our fingers, then thrust deep. Her hips rise to meet me as I fill her completely.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good.”
She grasps my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “You do, too. Move, Axel. Please.”
Unable to remain upright and hold back, I fall forward, my hands on either side of the mattress, supporting my weight. And then I do what she asks, pumping my hips in and out, making certain she feels me, watches me, and isn’t thinking this is just sex.
My cock experiences every clasp and release as her pussy tries to hold on to me while I pull myself out and thrust back in.
“I missed you,” I tell her, “so damned much.” I lower my hips and grind myself against her until her eyes nearly roll back in her head.
“Oh, God. Keep doing that,” she says, her legs shaking on either side of me.
“Keep your eyes on me and I will.”
She locks her gaze with mine, and I begin to move, grinding myself against her, doing my best not to let go until she lets out a moan, her entire body seizing around me.
Only then do I allow myself to let go and feel everything, my climax ripping through me and pulling me under. All I can think and feel is Tara, surrounding me, holding on to me, and fulfilling me.
When I come back to myself, I realize I collapsed on top of her and roll to my side, letting her breathe more easily.
I pull off the condom and force myself to leave the bed to get rid of it and wash up quickly before rejoining her. I prop myself up on one elbow and meet her gaze. I already know I need to be one step ahead of her or else she’ll take the time to rebuild her walls.
“We still click,” I say, grinning because how could I not? She is still in my bed. I reach out and tuck her hair behind one ear.
She blows out a breath. “I can’t argue with that,” she murmurs. “I’ll be right back. I need the bathroom, too.”
She stands and walks into my master bath, returning a few minutes later. “Is there bottled water in the refrigerator?”
I nod. “I’ll get it.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m already up.” She grabs the T-shirt she was wearing and puts it on, covering up that gorgeous body. “Do you want one?”
“Sure. The kitchen is—”
“I’m sure I can find it unless the house is a maze.” She laughs and walks out of the room, a smile on her face.
When she returns, water in hand, her expression is much more subdued. She hands me my bottle, puts hers on the nightstand, and climbs back into bed. Without taking her shirt off again.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She picks up the bottle, unscrews the cap, and takes a long sip. “How long have you been living here?”
“Since last… September. After I moved out of Dash’s place.”
She wrinkles her nose. “So almost ten months.”
I shrug. “I guess so. Why?”
“No furniture anywhere but this room and the kitchen table and chairs?” She raises her eyebrows.
I shake my head. “I told you, I’m not sure where I want to end up. The city, here… I’m renting and I’m over at Dash’s and Xander’s a lot. I don’t entertain. I didn’tneedanything else.” I reach out and put my hand on her arm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
