“No,” she argues, gripping my forearm to stop me from going anywhere.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you in an embarrassingly long time.”
“Nothing embarrassing about it,” I tell her softly. “No harm in waiting for the one who’s going to rock your world properly.”
She laughs, and it lights me up inside.
“No one I’ve ever been with has come close to what I had with you that night.”
She thinks I’m lying. I can see it in her eyes. But I’m not. There was something electric between us from the first moment I saw her in the crowd. And nothing has changed since.
“I mean it, Bea. The second I saw you?—”
“Please don’t say you knew I was the one,” she begs.
I laugh. “I knew you were different, was what I was going to say. You spoke to me in a way no one else ever had before. And of course, you were hot as hell. I needed to get close to you. I had to. But one minute you were there watching the game, and then it was all over and I had no idea who you were. If you hadn’t come to the club, then…” I trail off, trying to imagine what my life would be like if I hadn’t found her again. My trade papers might already have been signed. I might have been looking for somewhere to live in New York, or worse, Montreal.
Bea saved me. I have no doubt. Without her, and this little one growing inside her, my stay in LA would have been embarrassingly short. But now? Now, I see a future here. A future with my team, my friends, my family, and my girl. Our little family.
“Maybe it was fate,” she suggests softly as I roll her onto her back and settle between her luscious thighs.
“Maybe,” I agree, unsure if I believe in all that or not.
What I do believe in, though, is her. Us. This.
My eyes hold hers as I drag the head of my cock through her wetness. Her grip on my forearms tightens every time I circle her clit.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I demand, needing to hear her voice.
“You, Rett. I want you.”
“More,” I beg.
“I want…” She swallows. “I want you inside me.”
It’s still not enough.
“You’ve already had my fingers inside you,” I point out. “What next?”
“Your cock. I want your cock buried deep inside me like it was that night. I want to feel you stretching me open, making me yours all over again.”
The cockiest of all smirks pulls at my lips before I murmur, “Good girl,” and finally sink inside her.
A groan so deep and guttural I can’t help but wonder how I’m capable of making it escapes my throat as I sink home inside her. So warm, so wet, so tight, so…perfect.
“Rett, oh God. Rett.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,’ I assure her, keeping still, giving her a moment to adjust.
“I’ve gotten myself off over and over thinking about you,” she suddenly confesses. “But you ruined my vibrator for me. Hell, I’m pretty sure you ruined every man, too.”
“Mission accomplished,” I quip.
“You’re a nightmare.”
“Maybe so, but I’m your nightmare,” I point out as I slowly pull out of her.
Fuck. She feels insane. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam back into her and take everything I’ve been craving for months now.
