Page 71 of Miss Belief

Yes, yes, I did. Was there really any doubt I was in love with him?

Great. Now I was having internal conversations with myself.

Shut up, self. Kiss this amazing man and stop questioning his motives.

“You tasting yourself on my lips has to be the hottest thing ever.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t ever miss a chance to kiss you.”

He laid his hand on my face, searching my eyes. Holy intensity. Could he read my internal thoughts? Gulp. He had no idea how close I was to blurting out my feelings.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I really like you.” Lamer words had never been uttered.

But he grinned. “Good, because I really like you too.”

All talking ceased. He took my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. We shifted ourselves so we were both lying on our sides, legs intertwined, bodies on fire. He leaned back, the heat blazing from his eyes as he tracked his gaze down my body.

“I need you inside of me. Now.” I could hear an unfamiliar desperation in my voice.

“Get back on your knees.”

He got behind me, parting my lips and rubbing the head of his cock along my wetness.

I bit down on my lip at the sensation of him slowly notching inside of me.

“Sore?”

“A little. But only in the best way possible.”

He groaned when I pushed back, taking him in deeper while my pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

“Oh, my.” A phrase I didn’t think I’d ever spoken but was so very appropriate for the fullness I was experiencing. He was so unbelievably deep. My hands found purchase on the sheets as I started my rhythm of pushing back, and I gasped when he reached around to strum my clit.

“Rise up and reach back to give me your lips.”

He assisted me by banding his arms around my waist and chest, holding me in position so I could arch my head back and meet his lips. Oh my God.

He took over the rhythm by digging his fingers into my skin and thrusting deeper and deeper with every stroke. When his hand reached down to find my clit, I was done for. Searing heat snaked through me. I cried out while riding the waves of pleasure. He growled in my ear with a final thrust, grinding out his own orgasm deep inside of me.

We collapsed on the bed together where I enjoyed the way he held me there, my back halfway across his chest, our heartbeats erratic, our breathing in synch.

“I didn’t believe it was possible, considering how good it was the first two times, but sex with you just keeps getting better.”

I lifted my head to flash him a smile. I’d been thinking the same thing.

The sound of the phone buzzing interrupted the moment. It was coming from the floor where his trousers lay. “It’s your phone.”

“Mm, let it buzz.” He lifted me up and to his side, tucking me in closely. “Oh, that reminds me. Aiden texted. He’s in LA and surprised Chloe there.”

“Yes, I know. She sent me a text too. She’s so happy.”

When his phone buzzed again, he cursed but made no move to get it. The knowledge he wasn’t in any hurry to break this moment filled me with contentment.

“Aiden is happy too. Speaking of which, how would you feel about me traveling to LA with you tomorrow?”

Excited. Nervous. Freaking out. “Sure.” God, I’d been hoping to act cool, but instead I’d overshot.