He makes a noise, lips on my neck, traveling along my jaw. “You feel like heaven, Tally.”
I hook my leg over his hip, causing a jolt of pleasure to rocket through me, and my muscles tighten.
“Fuck, kitten.” He bites the edge of my jaw in warning. “I need you to give me a second, please.”
“Am I tight?” I whisper as I wrap my other leg around him.
He growls and pulls back, the fire in his eyes echoes through me, making my stomach flutter. His cock kicks inside me and I gasp.
He cups my face in his palms. “Good fucking God, Tally. You’re squeezing me like a fist, and you aren’t even trying. I need you to be good, so I can take this nice and slow.” Phillip seals his mouth over mine.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back, onehand anchored in my hair, the other bracing his weight as he starts a slow, sensuous rhythm.
Every stroke takes me higher. Every roll of his hips pushes me closer to the edge. I tuck this moment in my heart. Because this isn’t just sex—every emotion and sensation is heightened, like I’m inside him and he’s inside me. Like we’re an extension of each other.
I never want it to end. I want this to be forever.
Too soon I reach my peak and tip over the edge. I come in waves of bliss, every nerve ending comes alive under his body and his touch. And he falls right along with me, glorious and feral and mine. We’re both panting, bodies slick with sweat. He kisses me tenderly before he pulls back, eyes searching mine as we float gently back to earth.
“Hi.” He brushes my hair away from my face.
I curve my hand around the side of his neck, the thrum of his pulse a comfort. “Hi.”
“How are you?” He kisses my chin and my nose, eyes soft and a little nervous.
“Incredible. You?”
“There are no words, Tallulah.” He kisses my lips.
“Best sex of my life,” I say playfully.
“Mine too.” He gracefully rolls us over, so I’m sprawled across his chest.
I love this easy closeness, how sated I feel not just in my body but my heart, too. “Really?”
“Truly.” He kisses me again, like he can’t get enough, like he never wants to stop. “I wanted it to be special for both of us.”
I press my lips to his throat. “That’s how it felt.”
“Because the connection we share is right here.” He taps over his heart, then wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. “How about I pour us a bath and we can have some cuddle time?”
“That sounds perfect.”
Flip sits up and carefully lifts me off him, settling my butt on his thighs. He removes the condom and slides to the edge of the bed, gripping the backs of my legs as he stands. I wrap myself around him and he carries me across to the bathroom. Keeping me in his lap, he sits on the edge of the tub and turns on the water. We kiss as the bath fills, and then he spins us around, helping me in before he positions himself behind me.
We lie in the sudsy water, letting the water wash away the sweat while he kisses my neck and holds me. When we’re clean, and I’m sleepy, Flip dries me off and carries me back to bed.
He curls himself around me, tucking me in close.
And in my heart I know I have a different version of this man than anyone else ever has.
CHAPTER 41
FLIP
“That was a rough one,” Stiles mutters as he pulls his jersey over his head and tosses it in his cubby.
“Sorry you guys had to work so hard.” Ryker unclips his goalie pads.
