They rocked together, his fingertips running up and down the line of her back, her mouth at the cords of his neck, until she was shaking in his arms, losing herself as he let her ride out wave after wave of it. Opening her eyes finally, she let out a shaky breath and marveled at the feeling of him still inside her. His grip flexed against her hips; he was clearly holding himself back, waiting for her.
“Incredible,” he murmured as her hands slid up into his hair. She lightly scratched her nails against his scalp, and then a short tug at the ends drew a deep rumbling groan from his throat. “I need—” His words cut off when she pulled just a little harder. “Fuck, Pen, please,” he begged, but didn’t he know? She would give him whatever he wanted.
“What do you need?” she asked, her grip tightening again. “Tell me exactly what you want, Alex.”
A growl tore out of him and she felt his control snap as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, getting the leverage he needed to begin thrusting up into her again. “I want to fuck you until your voice is raw from screaming my name.” With a hand at the center of her back, he laid her down against the mattress and kept up his rhythm. “I want to fall asleep inside you and wake up tomorrow morning with you still wrapped around me. I want that every single morning.”
She loved it when his control broke.
He rose up on his hands, one on either side of her head, and she stared up at him in awe. God, she wanted that, too.So much. But when he picked up his pace, dropping down to his elbows, finding that sweet friction again where they were joined, she could only answer with her body, arching up to meet him as he drew new levels of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.
And then one word managed to fall from her lips, the only word he’d asked for tonight. “Alex,” she called mindlessly, desperate for more, wanting everything he could give her. His name spurred him on, brought him to a new level.
“C’mon, love,” he grunted through the mind-blowing press of their bodies. “One more, give me one more and take me with you. Can you do that for me, Pen?”
The honeyed gravel of his voice begging her was the last little push she needed before she let go entirely, his shaking oblivion only a fraction behind hers.
So good.
Too good.
Somehow better than she remembered, the rare moment where her memory had failed her.
She wanted him, just like this, forever.
And wasn’t that the scariest part of it all?
HOW DO YOU FEEL?” ALEX’S VOICE RUMBLED IN HER EAR. SHE lay draped across his chest, their bodies entwined in the center of his bed. His fingertips traced patterns over her back, making her shiver despite the heat they generated together.
The sun rose behind the water in the distance, reflecting in through his bedroom windows, a spectacular sight to wake up to. She stretched against him and brushed a kiss to the sharp cut of his collarbone, trailing kisses up over his neck, his stubble scratching against her lips until her mouth hovered over his.
“Incredible,” she said, letting her lips move against his. It felt so good to give in, to stop fighting against what her body had been pleading for since he’d arrived. The battle against her own will had been exhausting.
“Incredible sounds about right,” he said as her mouthmoved down his jawline again. He drew her face to his and pressed his mouth to hers in a short, sweet kiss. “Good morning.”
“Is it?”
“Barely. It’s only six. You fell asleep on me,” he accused playfully, running his knuckles over the curve of her hip, then opening his hand and sliding it over her waist, pulling her even closer. “I was ready to go another round.”
“It’s been a long couple of days. I was tired,” she said, tracing a line of freckles that dotted his chest with her fingertip. She watched, fascinated, as gooseflesh broke out over his skin.
“Hmm, sleepiness is weakness of character.” His hand crept down her thigh and he lightly stroked the back of her knee, sending a shiver through her entire body.
Laughing, she snuggled closer. “You stole that.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true,” he teased, sliding out from beneath her and letting her head fall onto his pillow. He reached for his nightstand, brushing aside the two empty condom wrappers, and picked up an orange plastic bottle. He shook two pills into the palm of his hand and swallowed them dry.
“What’s that?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Just some anti-inflammatories.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Prescription strength. Your knee?”
Alex smirked, and before she could react, he was leaning over her, his lips brushing against hers as he said, “I carried you in here last night, love. Did it seem like my knee was hurt?”
She could still feel his broad chest as she rested against it,his arms easily taking her weight, and the feeling that she was going to burst out of her skin. “No, but—”
“No buts.” He cut her off and the mattress shifted as he got out of bed. In seconds he had on a pair of basketball shorts and was digging around in his dresser for a shirt.
