His smile widens. “I can help with that.”
Then he rips the wrapper open with his teeth, removes the condom, and rolls it over himself. Once he’s sheathed, he notches himself at my center. But rather than plunging deep inside me, like my body is craving, he just holds himself still for a second.
His gaze on mine, he says roughly, “I want you to know. This isn’t just sex. Not to me. Yes, I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want to hear your sexy little moans as you get close. I want to look at your gorgeous face when you come. But I also want to hold you after. I want to feed you and watch a movie you love and when we’re rested, I want to do this all over again. Maybe next time, I’ll take you from behind, if you’re okay with that. Or you can be on top. This isn’t a one-time thing, Noelle. Not even close.”
My heart melts.
“It’s not a one-time thing for me, either,” I tell him. “And all the things you said? I want them, too.”
Webb dips his head to kiss me. Rather than the hot and hungry ones of before, this one is soft. Tender. When he pullsaway, an unreadable emotion works in his eyes. “Good,” he murmurs. “Good.”
Andthenhe sinks deep inside me.
Filling me.
It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds as my body adjusts to his size, but as he rocks inside me, my muscles relax for him.
Once he’s certain I’m okay, Webb starts moving faster. Harder.
He pulls partly out, then slams back home as our bodies crash together.
Our skin slicks with perspiration.
My lungs squeeze.
Zips of electricity arc through my body.
While he moves inside me, he keeps telling me how gorgeous I am. How amazing I feel. He asks me how I like it, having him deep inside me. He says what a perfect fit we are, and how much he loves feeling my muscles clutching at him.
And when I’m balanced on the edge of ecstasy, Webb reaches between us to lightly pinch my sensitive bud. “You’re so damn amazing. And the way you take me… it’s perfect.You’reperfect.”
Unexpectedly, tears sting my eyes. “So are you,” I murmur. “You’re perfect, too.”
Then he pulls out and sinks deep again. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he growls. “Let me feel you come apart around me.”
Moments later, in a firework of stars, I do.
And it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever felt.
Webb making me come with his mouth was one thing. But having him inside me, feeling him go impossibly hard as he finishes, his erection jerking and pulsing…
It’s everything.
As the aftershocks ripple through us, Webb rolls over and clasps me to his chest. I lay my hand over his Night Stalkertattoo, feeling a tremendous surge of gratitude that, despite the danger he faced, he made it through.
When a shiver grips my body, Webb curses softly. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think. Let me see if I can find another blanket for you.”
I glance over to see his discarded shirt on the floor beside us. “Or I could wear yours?”
He smiles, then grabs it for me. Once he’s pulled it over my head, I sigh with pleasure—not just at the warmth, but the scent of him wrapping around me.
“Is this better?” he asks. A pleased look crosses his face. “I like how it looks on you.”
I snuggle into his shirt. “It’s better. And I like how it feels.”
Webb stares at me for a second before kissing me. “You can wear any of my clothes you want.”
A mental image of me wearing one of his oversized Army sweatshirts comes to mind, making me smile. “Okay,” I reply with a smile. “I might take you up on that.”
