Page 202 of My Real Love Affair

“More than okay.” I hooked a leg around his hips, guiding him closer. I could feel how hard he was, the heat of him brushing my inner thigh. “I need you inside me, Austin. Now.”

“Bedroom,” he murmured. “I think I’ve taken the edge off.”

I laughed. “For me. Not you.”

“You getting off is my main goal.”

We scrambled upstairs. Austin went straight for the drawer where the box of condoms was stashed. He quickly rolled one on while I pulled back the blankets and dropped on the bed.

He settled between my legs. I could feel how badly he needed this, every breath shuddering out of him. His body was trembling under my touch. He lined himself up and looked into my eyes with something feral flashing through them. I felt the stretch of him entering me in one slow thrust—full, almost overwhelming.

A broken noise slipped out of him. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

My eyes closed and I dragged my nails down his back. He pulled out and drove back in, deep enough to make my thighs shake. One of my legs slid up around his waist, trying to take more of him. Every time he thrust, the bed squeaked beneath us. The desperate sound of our breathing filled the room.

My hips rolled up to meet him. I whimpered against his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin. He shuddered and went still for one heartbeat, then suddenly started moving faster, harder,hitting a spot that made white light flash behind my eyes. Every time we had sex, he gave me multiple orgasms.

I clenched around him and moaned his name. He swallowed the sound with a kiss, sloppy and urgent. His palm flattened against the wall above my head, needing leverage. Every thrust pushed me deeper into the mattress. The friction, the weight of him, the scent of his skin—everything blurred into pure heat.

“Oh God,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.”

He kissed a hot trail across my jaw, voice rough in my ear. “I won’t. I swear.”

His hips snapped forward. The orgasm I thought was subsiding picked up steam once again. I clung to him. He buried a groan in the curve of my neck as my body pulsed around him. His rhythm faltered, grew erratic. I felt him stiffen, his entire frame shaking with the effort to make it last.

I cried out. He slammed into me one final time, burying his face against my throat as he shuddered through an orgasm.

For a moment neither of us moved. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I stroked slow circles across the small of his back, down his shoulder blades, feeling him tremble under the touch.

Eventually he pressed up on his elbows, eyes soft and searching mine. He brushed my hair off my forehead. “I needed you.”

I cupped his face and whispered, “I know. I needed you too.”

He eased out carefully and got up to dispose of the condom. He crawled straight back into my arms as if drawn by magnetism. We adjusted our bodies until my face was resting against his chest.

His heartbeat under my ear was starting to slow. I pressed a kiss just above his nipple and felt his fingers thread softly into my hair.

“I didn’t come here to… just do that,” he said quietly.

“But you wanted to.”

“I did.”

“What’s wrong, Austin?”

“We need to talk,” he muttered.

CHAPTER 63

AUSTIN

Everything was about to change, and I knew it.

I lay on my back with Melody curled against my side, her head on my chest, her breathing finally evening out after the very exuberant round of sex. I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger, soft and silky, and tried to memorize this moment. The weight of her. The way she fit perfectly against me.

If I loved her, I would break things off with her. I would cut her loose before Summer went public.

That’s what Cash had warned me about. What my father had said, in his own cold way. Summer was coming for me, for all of us, and Melody would be caught in the crossfire. She’d already survived one scandal. Could she really handle another? Especially one where she’d be painted as just another woman the Bancrofts had used and discarded?