Page 130 of Golden Ruin

She swallows against my palm when I grip her throat, holding her where I want her, probing her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like tea, mint, and honey.

“Couch,” she mumbles against my lips.

Without a second thought, I walk her backwards, keeping my mouth to hers, somehow avoiding any obstacles as we wander into the darkness of the living room.

She pushes the waistband of my sweats down past my hips right before I sit. She straddles me, then pulls a blanket around her lower half. I’m guessing that’s in case we get caught.

Again.

The head of my cock nudges her through her underwear, and the barrier frustrates us both. So much that Lex reaches between us the next second and pulls them out of the way before putting my tip just barely between her soaked lips. She doesn’t let me in right away. She just leaves me wanting her, feeling the heat as she kisses me deep.

Then, finally, she slides down, taking me in completely.

I swear, fucking her feels different. Not because the sex is different, but because she is. I am.

Immoveable.

That word comes back as she rides me, slowly working my dick. No titles or poetic speeches even come close to what she just admitted in the kitchen. That she’s with me, that she can’t be scared off, and that she’s completely mine even if we still need time defining our connection.

But although words aren’t needed, I say them anyway.

“I fucking love you,” I breathe into her hair, trying my damnedest not to come too fast, but she’s making that so fucking hard.

“I know you do,” she whispers back. “And I love you too.”

My hands move over the smoothness of her hips to her ass, amazed by how she moves–steady, measured, fucking hypnotic.

I feel everything, including how she’s getting wetter around my cock. My lips are on her throat, kissing her pulse as her breathing speeds up, but not her pace.

“Fucking hell, Lexi. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

She moves her hands from my shoulders to grip the back of the couch, and she’s so tight I swear it feels like she’s sucking me in, silently begging me to come inside her.

“Please tell me you’re close. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it,” I whisper, and her panting grows louder, warming the side of my face. Then, she lets out a soft cry that answers my question. She rides me harder as she comes, and I’m relieved to know I can let go now.

And I do, going completely rigid as my dick pulses between her slick walls, shooting off deep inside her, marking her, feeling possessive of her in ways I’m finally allowed to embrace.

She collapses on top of me and doesn’t move. We lie like this long after our breathing slows and our heart rates return to normal. I think we might’ve actually fallen asleep like this if it weren’t for my phone ringing in the pocket of my sweats.

With them practically around my knees now, there’s no way I can reach, so Lexi grabs it, handing it over half a second before she rests on me again.

I sigh, not wanting to be bothered, but Cliff is one of the few calls I can’t ignore.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asks, and Lexi laughs, which means she can hear every word.

“I’ve got a few. What’s up?”

“Perfect. Listen, I’m completely sick you passed on Spain, but I landed you a spot in a sports drink commercial with two other players. Now, it’s a quick turnaround, but I need you back in L.A. tomorrow. Tell me you’re not gonna disappoint me again.”

He laughs, but we both know he’s dead-ass serious. The guy might actually cry if I turn down another of his offers.

I’m torn, but before I can speak, Lexi meets my gaze through the darkness, mouthing the words, “Take it.”

She knows this is hard for me, leaving her and Jax when we’re just starting to rebuild. But unlike Spain, this trip should be quick and easy. So, with my girl’s blessing, I give Cliff my answer.

“I’ll do it.”