“Grab my hips,” she said, “and fuck me good.”
With his hands anchored to the sides of her body, he controlled her movement. Their collective sounds—moans, groans, and garbled words—had him soaring toward an orgasm. But he wanted to take his cues from her.
“Talk to me, Sydney.”
“Talk dirty?”
“Come together,” was all he said.
Her smile sent another streak of energy through him, only this time the zing landed in his heart.
She repositioned so she was sitting up. She placed his thumb on her clit, and she started moving on him. With heavy eyelids, they kept their gazes locked on each other, his mounting orgasm threatening to escape.
“Tank, I’m gonna come,” she murmured.
As her pussy tightened around him, she glided faster while she shook through her release. He exploded inside her, the ecstasy shooting out of him while he drowned in everything Sydney.
“Fuck,” he growled when the orgasm ended. “Holy fucking hell.”
She stilled his thumb, lay boneless over him, and sighed. “You are so sexy. All you have to do is show up, and I want to mount you.”
He nuzzled her, moved her hair away from her shoulder, and kissed her neck, then her shoulder. “You look at me, and I’m a goner.”
She lifted her face. “I don’t want to move. Ever.”
A just-sexed Sydney was very different from the badass one he was getting to know. He placed his hands on her back, and she inhaled a lung-filled breath.
“You calm me,” she murmured. “And you excite me. I’m don’t know if I’m coming or going with you.”
He chuckled. “Definitely coming. I would hate for you to go.”
“You’re good with words. I love that about you.”
He caressed her back for several quiet seconds. “Are you comfortable?”
“I just had an orgasm with the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I left comfortable in the dust.”
He loved touching her, loved feeling their bodies pressedtogether, how he was still nestled inside her. How they fit so perfectly together.
Tell her.
More silence.
Be bold. Put it out there.
Sydney, I’m just gonna say it.” He took a calming breath. “I really like you.”
She raised her head. Soft eyes and a hint of a smile danced across her face. With a tender touch, she ran her index finger over his eyebrows, down his nose, over his lips. “I really like you too.” After a long beat, she said, “I’m thirty-one and I don’t want to spend my time with someone who’s just looking for a fun time. I want to find my person. So, if?—”
“I’m not hanging with you for the sex,” he said. “I likeyou, Sydney.”
Her smile was like the sun bursting through on a stormy day.
Tell her.
“You can laugh if you want,” he said. “I want to find a life partner that’s the foundation for everything. Family is the most important thing to me.”
“Not laughing.”
