One second there was space between us. The next, my back hit the door with a solid thud, his big body crowding mine as he took my mouth before I could take another breath.
Electric current ran up my spine, eagerness fueling desire. But this wasn’t just chemistry snapping into place. This time felt like he was fully mine. Like his heart and soul belonged to me.
His hand tangled in my hair, not rough but firm enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat. My breath caught as his mouth traced from my jaw down to the curve of my neck, slow and possessive.
A shiver tore through me, need pulsing between my thighs. I fisted my hands in the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head with impatient fingers, breaking the kiss only long enough to strip the fabric away and toss it aside.
With impatience of his own, Eric pushed my sleep shorts down past my hips, forcing them down my thighs. They dropped to the ground, and he smiled.
Desire coiled tighter inside me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, grind against him, chase the release already building. But he held himself steady, and that kept me in place. He wasn’t rushing. He was choosing the pace.
He broke the kiss and looked at me, really looked at me, as his hand slid between us. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, tracing through my slick heat before brushing over my clit. The contact made my breath catch, my hips instinctively pressing forward.
The way he watched me wasn’t just hunger. It was focused intent. And it was almost reverent.
Even pinned between his body and the door, I didn’t feel overpowered. I felt chosen. Like he was responding to me, not overtaking me.
“Tell me again,” I demanded.
“What do you want to hear, beautiful?” His thumb circled slowly. “That your body drives me crazy?”
I shook my head.
“That I’m still pissed you left without telling me why?”
I shook my head again.
“What then?” His voice softened, lips tipping into a playful smile as his hand moved with confident precision. “You want to hear how much I love you? How I’ve been in love with you from the start? How I’m never letting you go?”
“Yes.” I hissed as he plunged a finger deep inside my core. “Yes, I want you to tell me that. Show me that. Tell me you love me over and over. I’m never going to get tired of hearing it.”
“Jamie, I love you. You’ll never have to ask again. I’m going to show you every fucking day. Every fucking night,” he growled, adding another finger. “Three times on Sundays. Gonna love you so much you won’t be able to walk straight.”
His mouth found mine again, slower this time but no less consuming, his hands guiding, building, bringing me right to the edge.
When the orgasm finally hit, it was hard and bright, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I broke against him.
He stayed with me through it, murmuring words of love against my skin. When he sank himself inside me, it was with love on his lips. As he pumped desperately into me, I moaned his name, and he answered with love. When he came deep inside me moments after my second release, he breathed a contented, I fucking love you.
We stayed there afterward, pressed together against the door, his forehead resting on mine.
I was the most satisfied and well-loved woman in the world.
“Eric?”
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“I love you.”
He laughed softly, looking down at me like I’d just handed him something priceless. The sound vibrated through his chest and into mine, and I felt it everywhere we were still joined.
Then reality snapped back in.
“Shit. We didn’t use a condom.”
“I know. And it was awesome.” His smile stretched wider.
“Aren’t you worried?”
