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My body arched as my hips lifted to meet his.
He rocked in and out, still rubbing that spot, and I felt my body tighten.
He let go of the headboard and raised my hips, adjusting the position again, and it felt like he was filling every part of me.
With a scream, my orgasm tore through my body, and I cried his name.
He silenced me with his mouth, sucking on my lower lip.
“I love the way you scream my name,” he growled.
He pumped in and out a few more times, and then I felt him twitch inside me, growling as he came.
“Oh, holy fuck, Olivia,” he roared, the veins in his neck popping out.
He slumped forward, careful to hold his weight above me, and pressed his face into the crook of my neck.
Tender kisses were exchanged, both of us shaking slightly, until we finally passed out from exhaustion.
c h a p t e r
Seventeen
Light spilled into the bedroom, and across my bare chest, warming me.
I glanced to my left at Trace. He was sound asleep, on his stomach, the sheet barely covering his bottom. His heavy arm was draped over my stomach as if he had tried to pull me closer during the night.
I studied the way his long dark lashes fanned across his angular cheekbones. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed deeply in and out. His cheeks were dotted with stubble and my thighs were chafed from where his cheeks rubbed against them.
My body was sore, but not overly so. Despite the tenderness from over-worked muscles, I had never felt better.
Last night had been…perfect. I didn’t regret a moment. I knew, now, what Avery was talking about. Sex was wonderful, when it’s with the right person. Not to mention, Trace knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe that should have bothered me, but for some reason, it didn’t.
I sat up, gently placing Trace’s arm on the bed, as I slid out. I sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to run my fingers through my knotted hair, but it was futile. Only conditioner and patience with a comb would remove the knots.
I peeked over my shoulder at his sleeping form, before standing, and gathering my panties, then the rest of my clothes from the living room.
I couldn’t contain my laughter when I picked up my sweatshirt.
So much for Avery’s theory of a sweatshirt being a chastity belt.
I rolled my clothes into a ball and opened the door to the only bathroom.
It was surprisingly clean, like the rest of his apartment. There was a razor sitting on the sink, and an open tube of toothpaste, but that was as messy as it got.
I dropped my clothes on the floor and started the shower. I searched through the small cabinet underneath the sink for a towel. I almost expected him to have plaid towels, but they were a light solid gray, and super soft.
The bathroom quickly filled with steam, and I pushed the shower curtain back, stepping inside.
The hot water felt like heaven on my sore muscles. I closed my eyes and let the hot water work out the kinks in my muscles.
I yelped in surprise when the shower curtain slid open.
Trace grinned, eyes raking over my body. “How are you feeling?”
Deliciously sore. “Fine,” I replied with a smile.
He wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me away from the spray. He pecked me on the lips, and my fingers tangled in his sex-rumpled hair.
