I moan. “Don’t stop. Feels so good.”
Of course he stops. Then again, I have nothing to complain about when he kisses down the center of my body. I’m writhing in his arms as he unfastens my jeans before yanking off my shoes. I send up a silent prayer,Please tell me I put on cute panties.
That’s when I realize God has forsaken me. “They’re adorable. Purple lace.”
“No, no, no, no! That was supposed to be my inside voice!” I yell at the sky. Two seconds later, I can’t remember what I was so upset about when after Troy drags my jeans, panties, and socks off, he stands and does the quickest strip tease known to man and I come face to face with what’s been hiding in his pants.
I can’t take my eyes off it. Licking my lips, I wonder, “Do you still wear a cup so you’re not accosted on the street?”
Troy falls next to me on the bed, laughing hysterically. He drags me on top of him so he can play with my breasts.Sitting up, he takes a nipple in his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re worried.”
I reach behind me and stroke it. Troy moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
“It might fit then.”
“It’s going to fit, anyway.”
“You hope.”
He rolls his eyes before dumping me on my back and getting on his knees. Pressing my legs out, he drags his fingers through my wetness before rubbing them over my clit. My hips arch toward his touch before he slides his fingers inside of me just as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My head falls back. Troy destroys me with a touch that should make any ballplayer—past and present—jealous. “Troy” is all I can manage.
He pulls his mouth away, even as his fingers are still pressed deep inside of me. The dual assault had me ready to detonate, so I want to weep when I’m denied completion. “What do you want,uvetta mia?”
On the verge of begging, I whisper a single word. “You.” I hold his eyes when I reach up and tweak my nipples. I know he can feel my thighs quivering—that’s how close I am.
Blind with his own lust, Troy slowly removes his fingers from my center before reaching over to the nightstand drawer. Yanking it open, he fishes out a condom, tearing the package open with his teeth. Making quick work of rolling it on, he crawls between my legs.
As he prowls up my body, his cock nestles in between my folds—long and thick. He reaches down and aligns the tip against my weeping hole, preparing us both for him to slide inside. While he does this, he kisses my lips. Soft, fragile kisses that contradict the almost obscene way his dick is taunting me.
Sliding my hands up, I lace my fingers with his. “Take me.”
He nudges his cock in partway. My core immediately clamps down, even as we both cry out. I shiver as he maintains his position before he bends his dark head over mine, thinking he’s going to kiss me.
What he does is so much more intense.
“I’ll never just take you. This—what we’re about to do—is so much more.”
That’s when he pulls back and, with a few slow, coaxing nudges, lodges himself fully into my pussy, slowly moving his hips in and out.There’s nothing that can feel better than this, I think.
That is, until he releases one of my hands and his wicked hand slides down my body, over my hip, until his fingers find my protruding clit. He thrums it in time to his thrusts.
As the pace intensifies, we devolve to grunts and breathless gasps. Finally, after showing me I’m worth more—we’re more—Troy flings us over the ledge.
As he collapses on the bed next to me, he reaches for my hand—still connecting us by holding my hand.
I thought letting someone close again would feel like losing control. Instead, it feels like exhaling after holding my breath for too long. What happened between us doesn’t feel wrong. It feels predestined. As if all the pain we both went through—him physically and me emotionally—brought us to exactly where we’re supposed to be.
With each other.
Understanding I was with the wrong man out of convenience instead of emotion.
It’s deep thoughts for having just had my mind blown.
Troy presses a kiss against my shoulder. Sleepily, he murmurs, voice rough, “How are you awake?”
“I’m afraid to go to sleep,” I admit.
