I sat up, reached for her, pulled her up my body until her face was level with mine. “Come here.”
She came willingly, swinging one knee over me so she was straddling my thighs. I put my hands on her hips and slid them up her body to fondle her magnificent breasts.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmured.
“Nightstand,” she said. Her voice had lost some of its teasing quality. Good. I had her undone and I hadn’t even started.
I was very thankful for the muscles I’d gained over the years. I moved her off me and jumped to my feet. I found the box of condoms and decided I wasn’t going to ask why they were there. It had been four years but I was going to make sure I was the only man putting my hand in her nightstand for a while.
“Bed?” I asked.
“Squeaks.”
I understood. I tore the condom wrapper open and walked back to where she was still stretched out on the floor. I dropped to my knees, sitting back on my heels. I squeezed my cock once and then rolled the condom down. I looked at her. She was watching me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I got my fingers under the edge of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs. I tossed them out of my way with my eyes focused on the spot I wanted to kiss, but that was going to have to wait. She edged me to the point of no return. I had to be inside her.
I settled over her, my forearms bracketing her head. She looked up at me with a soft smile on her lips. Her hand came up and touched my jaw. Her thumb traced the line of it. I kissed her once before I pressed forward slowly. I pulled my mouth away and watched her. She exhaled, her lips parting as I sank into her. Her eyes closed. Her head tipped back. Her fingers curled into my biceps.
I held still for a moment. Let her breathe. Let myself catch my breath. Then I started to move.
I kept it slow. My hips rolling forward and drawing back in a steady rhythm that I felt in my spine. She made a sound low in her throat and turned her face into my neck. I could feel her trying to muffle herself against my skin. Her legs wrapped tighter around me. Her nails found my back.
“Like that,” she whispered.
I pressed my mouth to her temple. Her cheek. Her jaw. She turned and caught my mouth with hers and kissed me breathless while her hips rose to meet mine.
The pressure built. Her fingers dug in harder. I dropped my forehead to hers. We were both breathing through our noses and doing our very best not to make a single sound. Every time the floor creaked under us I would stop, which only heightened the pleasure.
Her whole body arched. Her mouth opened against my jaw.
“Shh,” I breathed.
“Oh god,” she drew out the words.
She turned her face hard into my shoulder and the sound she made was still audible. I wasn’t far behind her, burying my face in her hair, my hips stuttering forward through the last of it, both of us clinging to each other.
After, I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Just lay there with my weight on my forearms, her chest rising and falling against mine, her fingers slowly going loose on my back.
“Ouch,” she said on a soft laugh. “Bed. Please.”
“My knees are shot,” I replied.
I disposed of the condom and climbed into her bed. “I’m not done with you.”
“Good.”
Relentless chirping woke me. The obnoxious sound pulling me from the beautiful cocoon I was wrapped up in. I registered it somewhere in the back of my mind. I ignored the damn noise and tugged the soft body curled around me just a little closer.
Then I heard the kids.
I sat bolt upright like someone had hit me with an electric jolt. My heart slammed against my ribs as reality set in. Shit! I was in Summer’s room. In her bed. With her very naked body.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up too fast, my head swimming slightly. My body reminded me I wasnot twenty-three anymore. My back. My knees. The hamstring I’d genuinely pulled coming through the window. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and shoved one leg in. I was not bothering with the underwear.
I’d meant to leave around three. That had been my intention. I was going to catch my breath, give her a proper goodnight, and climb back out the window. I had promised myself I was going to sleep in after the sex marathon.
I shoved the second leg in my jeans and nearly went down completely, grabbing the edge of the dresser to save myself. The dresser rocked. A bottle of something rattled and almost fell to the floor. I caught it in the nick of time.
