Weaving my fingers through his hair, I pull him to me. “Kiss me, Cruz. I need all of you.”
He grants my request, matching his thrusts with the way he kisses me—deep and hard. It feels like my entire body is consumed with him. I tilt my hips up, giving him better access, and that’s all it takes. My core tightens as he drives in again, pushing me over the edge.
“So fucking tight Delilah. I love the way you squeeze me,” he grits out as he swells inside me. His hips slow as he works through his release before rolling to the side, taking me with him. When we are settled side by side, he wraps my leg around his hip.
“Let’s never leave this bed.”
“I like how you think, but maybe expand those boundaries to include the rest of the apartment. I can think of lots of other places and ways I want you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, right now I want to take you to the shower. Clean you up before I fuck you against the tile.”
He lays a gentle kiss on my lips before he rolls to the end of the bed and scoops me into his lap. Standing with my weight cradled in his arm, he crosses the room to the bathroom.
“Oh, okay, like right now. You weren’t messing around.” I lock my arms around his neck with a giggle.
Flipping the water on, he sets my feet on the tile floor and grabs a clean washcloth before lowering to his knees in front of me. He runs the damp cloth over the inside of my thighs softly and with painstaking focus as he cleans me up.
With two fingers, he taps the inside of my ankle. “Spread those legs for me.”
I stare down at him like this and my heart swells at the way he’s so focused on taking care of me. My feet slide apart, doing what he asked.
“Jesus, Hermosa.” His hand sweeps up the inside of my leg, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
My eyebrows pull together. He spent plenty of time earlier with his face between my legs, but something about the way he is looking at me now is different. “What is?”
His fingers brush the sensitive skin between my legs before he holds them up for me to see. They’re coated in him. My mouth drops open. We glossed over some details earlier in the heat of the moment because we already have a foundation of trust between us. Before I can remind him I’m on birth control, his finger disappears between my legs, gently pushing his release back inside me.Who is this man and what did he do with my best friend?
A laugh escapes me because it’s so unexpected, but it quickly turns into a moan when he licks me. “I thought you were getting me clean.”
“What’s the point when I’m just going to dirty you up again? The thought of filling you back up does something to me I didn’t expect.”
“Cruz.”
“I know it’s too soon, but fuck, you’re my best friend. This part might be new, but I know you better than anyone else. Even though I know you’re on the shot, fuck, the idea turns me on.”
Cruz raises in front of me, and the truth in the statement is clear. He’s unapologetically hard as his cock bobs against his stomach. I’m not ready to admit it yet, but everything he said, the idea of him putting a baby in me one day, is enough to make me beg for round two.
“Turn around and brace your hands against the wall. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about taking you from behind since you said it earlier.”
I do as he says, and Cruz touches my body like he’s been doing it for years. Knowing just what I need by how I react. He gets me off two more times in the shower before he’s groaning against my neck with his own orgasm. And at this moment I know, no matter what happens, it will never be this good with anyone else.
“Take me to bed and feed me,” I tell him, shutting the water off. He carefully dries me off, wrapping the fluffy towel around my body and tucking the end in securely. Once we are both cozy in bed, he orders food from his phone and we cuddle naked, planning the trip over All-Star Break.
“Look at this,” Cruz says, showing me pictures of a villa in St. John with panoramic views of turquoise blue ocean and deep green tropical forests sweeping across the mountainside.
“Cruz, that place is perfect,” I say, swiping through the pictures. “Are we really doing this?”
“Why not? There’s no way I would rather spend my time off than with you in a bikini or naked. That’s the dress code. No other clothes allowed,” he says seriously.
“There are several rooms. We could see if any of the guys wanted to join, maybe Hendrix and Poppy.”
Cruz groans. “I tell you I want you naked, or in a tiny bikini, and you want to invite my teammates along. I thought you liked me, Delilah, but you’re trying to kill me.”
“Don’t be dramatic. There’s still plenty of privacy.”
“Not possible,” he says, rolling on top of me. “I can’t do this whenever I want if they’re around.” He drops his hips down and grinds against me.
