that it was hard work. She was responding beyond his fantasies, and he’d had plenty of them the past couple of weeks. Alex had invaded his dreams, and his waking hours too.
Jeez. He really liked her. Really, really liked her. His first impression had been wrong, and he was man enough to admit it.
“Will,” she groaned. “ Please .”
“Tell me what you want.” He was pretty sure he had a clue, but wanted her to say it.
Her face was pink, her lips plush and swollen. “You know.”
He kissed her nose. “I believe I do, but I just want to make sure.”
“This is torture .”
“This? Or this?” He felt her jump beneath him as he circled, lifting her gorgeous ass off the bed. It had been a while for him, but at least he hadn’t forgotten completely how to please a woman.
“Oh…oh my God.”
Bingo. She throbbed against his fingers, panting, her eyes squinched shut, her face split by an agonized grin. The most beautiful sight ever. She grabbed his shoulders and he figured it was time.
He rolled away and yanked open the drawer of his nightstand. He had a box of wishful-thinking condoms there too. Will put one on in record time, not wanting to miss a single leftover tremor.
And then—no fumbling, no awkwardness. He just came home.
Heat. Friction. Heaven. Will had to stop himself from getting carried away too fast. He wanted her to come again with him inside her, so he made himself recalibrate. He conjugated the few French verbs he remembered, but there weren’t that many. He’d kind of sucked at foreign languages, but at least he wasn’t sucking at sex, if Alex’s movements were any indication.
She didn’t help slow his roll any as she raised herself against him, rubbing spots he never knew he had. She was…
Maybe English was a foreign language too. There just wasn’t a word for the way she made him feel.
They were both wet. Slippery. The scent of honey and lemons and sex went straight to his brain, and Will knew he couldn’t hold back if his life depended on it. Good thing he could feel her cresting again, this time against his cock, her heels in the small of his back ensuring that he would follow her to bliss in an eye blink.
Sweet God. Stick a fork in him, he was so done.
He flipped her on top of him so he wouldn’t flatten her as every muscle relaxed. Walking was out of the question. He could barely breathe and his heart was pounding as if he’d run a marathon.
“Wow.”
Alex could still speak, which was more than he could do. He nodded in agreement.
“No, I mean it. Really wow.” Her eyes were shiny with tears.
“Oh, Christ. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“What? No, no. It was amazing. All of it.” She snuggled against him and Will could feel the wild beating of her heart against his.
He was the one who should be talking, telling her how beautiful she was, thanking her for the privilege of sharing her body with him, promising her whatever she wanted.
This wasn’t some one-night stand, damn it.
But like the act of coupling, he needed to go slow. Will didn’t want to scare her off or make her think he was a deranged sex fiend.
Which, right now, he was, wondering how long his refractory period was and how soon he could do “all of it” again.
Could he convince her to stay the night?
No, she was a mom who lived with her mom. There were complications, not to mention that William Garrity, Jr. might really not be her type. Maybe she was just slumming. Out for a quick fling with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks.
She kissed his tattoo, which maybe was a hopeful sign.
Or not.
“Will—”
“Alexandra—”
They spoke at the same time.
“You first,” she said.
What had he been about to say? Something along the lines of “This was really great but we don’t have to do it again.” A nice soft letdown for them both.
“I think I could love you if you wanted me to,” was what he said instead.
She cleared her throat. “That’s just what I wanted to say, but
Jeez. He really liked her. Really, really liked her. His first impression had been wrong, and he was man enough to admit it.
“Will,” she groaned. “ Please .”
“Tell me what you want.” He was pretty sure he had a clue, but wanted her to say it.
Her face was pink, her lips plush and swollen. “You know.”
He kissed her nose. “I believe I do, but I just want to make sure.”
“This is torture .”
“This? Or this?” He felt her jump beneath him as he circled, lifting her gorgeous ass off the bed. It had been a while for him, but at least he hadn’t forgotten completely how to please a woman.
“Oh…oh my God.”
Bingo. She throbbed against his fingers, panting, her eyes squinched shut, her face split by an agonized grin. The most beautiful sight ever. She grabbed his shoulders and he figured it was time.
He rolled away and yanked open the drawer of his nightstand. He had a box of wishful-thinking condoms there too. Will put one on in record time, not wanting to miss a single leftover tremor.
And then—no fumbling, no awkwardness. He just came home.
Heat. Friction. Heaven. Will had to stop himself from getting carried away too fast. He wanted her to come again with him inside her, so he made himself recalibrate. He conjugated the few French verbs he remembered, but there weren’t that many. He’d kind of sucked at foreign languages, but at least he wasn’t sucking at sex, if Alex’s movements were any indication.
She didn’t help slow his roll any as she raised herself against him, rubbing spots he never knew he had. She was…
Maybe English was a foreign language too. There just wasn’t a word for the way she made him feel.
They were both wet. Slippery. The scent of honey and lemons and sex went straight to his brain, and Will knew he couldn’t hold back if his life depended on it. Good thing he could feel her cresting again, this time against his cock, her heels in the small of his back ensuring that he would follow her to bliss in an eye blink.
Sweet God. Stick a fork in him, he was so done.
He flipped her on top of him so he wouldn’t flatten her as every muscle relaxed. Walking was out of the question. He could barely breathe and his heart was pounding as if he’d run a marathon.
“Wow.”
Alex could still speak, which was more than he could do. He nodded in agreement.
“No, I mean it. Really wow.” Her eyes were shiny with tears.
“Oh, Christ. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“What? No, no. It was amazing. All of it.” She snuggled against him and Will could feel the wild beating of her heart against his.
He was the one who should be talking, telling her how beautiful she was, thanking her for the privilege of sharing her body with him, promising her whatever she wanted.
This wasn’t some one-night stand, damn it.
But like the act of coupling, he needed to go slow. Will didn’t want to scare her off or make her think he was a deranged sex fiend.
Which, right now, he was, wondering how long his refractory period was and how soon he could do “all of it” again.
Could he convince her to stay the night?
No, she was a mom who lived with her mom. There were complications, not to mention that William Garrity, Jr. might really not be her type. Maybe she was just slumming. Out for a quick fling with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks.
She kissed his tattoo, which maybe was a hopeful sign.
Or not.
“Will—”
“Alexandra—”
They spoke at the same time.
“You first,” she said.
What had he been about to say? Something along the lines of “This was really great but we don’t have to do it again.” A nice soft letdown for them both.
“I think I could love you if you wanted me to,” was what he said instead.
She cleared her throat. “That’s just what I wanted to say, but
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