His movements get faster as the sweat beading at his brow races down the side of his face.
The mixture of him stretching me open and hitting me so deep, combined with my fingers and the sight of him losing control above me, sends me crashing into my most powerful release of the night.
“Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck, Bea. Fuuuuuck.” The guttural groan that spills from his lips as his movements still and his cock jerks inside me is almost enough to send me rolling straight into orgasm number four. Almost.
The second he’s done, he crashes to the mattress beside me before tugging me into his side and tucking his face into the crook of my neck. His warm, erotic breath tickles over my skin and ensures the tingles within me continue sparking.
“Fuck. That was…that was…fuck.”
A giggle erupts at his inability to talk.
I did that. I brought Everett Donnelly to his goddamn knees.
Pride rushes through me. How I, out of all the incredibly beautiful women he’s been with, am the one to find myself here, I’ll never know. Why he chose me out of everyone is a puzzle that I don’t think I’ll ever solve. I’m sure there are going to be times when I’ll question it more than others, but I hope I never forget this moment. This euphoria. This high that feels like nothing and no one can touch us.
“Are you okay?” he finally asks, pulling his face free and gazing at me with so much contentment and happiness in his hooded eyes, it’s all I can do not to burst into tears.
A smile pulls at my lips. “I’m…” I lick my lips and force myself to swallow. “I’m perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you? I know I can’t hurt the baby; I looked that up, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be more sensitive or?—”
I press my hand to his chest, feeling the wild beating of his heart beneath.
“You looked up if sex could hurt our baby?” I question.
“Yeah,” he confirms, a bashful expression washing over his face.
“Why?”
“Why?” he echoes, a frown pulling at his brows. “Because I really, really wanted to fuck you, and I needed to know it was safe.”
I shake my head, laughter bubbling out of me.
“What?” he asks, looking a little offended.
“You’re…I like you, Everett. I like you a lot.”
His tight expression melts away in favor of a soft, honest smile that I love so much.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah. Turns out, the cocky player I tried to turn down that night was exactly what I needed in my life.”
“Funny, because I knew I needed you in my life from the very moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Pfft, you only wanted me for the night,” I tease.
“Only because that’s all I knew. It would never have been enough, though. One taste and I was done for.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you left a little something behind so we had to meet again.”
“We always would have met again. There is zero doubt in my mind that we would have collided time and time again until we ended up here.”
“Everett Donnelly, are you a little bit of a romantic?”
“If you’d have asked me a month or so ago, I’d have said no. But…I’m starting to wonder if I might be.”
“It can be our little secret,” I whisper before a yawn breaks free.
