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When he was positioned at her entrance, he looked up at her, locking his gaze onto hers. This was more than just physical, more than just gratification. He knew she felt it too. He wanted this to mean something. He wanted their souls to connect at the same time their bodies were, and he couldn’t think of a better way to do it than to be looking right into her eyes as he slid inside of her for the first time.
“Are you ready?” he confirmed again before making a move, and with the words still partially on his lips, she was already nodding furiously. He smiled at her eagerness; he felt exactly the same way.
He thrust his pelvis forward, her velvety inner walls closing around his sheath and holding on tight. God, it felt so good. He couldn’t even process thought for a moment—it was like his brain was engulfed in a fog of pure sensation, and he had no desire to try to escape it. In fact, if he could’ve just lived there for the rest of his life, that would’ve been an enticing proposition.
He moved back and forth inside of her, pumping in and out at a steady rhythm and enjoying the gasps, moans, and grunts that his pounding drew from her mouth. As much as making love to her felt incredible, it was just as awesome to revel in all of the pleasure he was giving her as it was drinking in the pleasure he was feeling himself.
As his rhythm increased, her fingernails dug into him, in his back, his chest, his neck, and his hair. The sharp bite of her nails—not quite pain, but almost—sent sparks of electricity racing through the nerve endings in his skin. It was unlike anything he’d experienced, and he liked it.
Suddenly, her back arched and she cried out at the same instant he felt her walls clamp down around him and squeeze. He knew that he’d sent her over the edge of orgasm, and that knowledge, combined with the sensation of her wrapped around him like the tightest of gloves, sent him rocketing over that peak as well.
He slammed his arms around her and pulled her to him, holding her tight as he emptied his load. He grunted against her neck, feeling the throbbing of her pulse against his lips and marveling at it—her heart was beating so fast. He’d done that to her. A primal and masculine pride welled in his chest that was almost as powerful as the orgasm he was experiencing.
In that moment, she was his woman, and he’d given her the ultimate pleasure. That was his purpose, as her man, and he’d fulfilled it well.
No wonder they called it “cocky.” He definitely felt self-satisfied and proud of his performance, and it all had to do with that part of his anatomy that the attitude was named after.
As their blood slowed in their veins and their bodies cooled, Troy rolled over onto his back and pulled Alison with him, snuggling her up against his chest. He stroked her hair, kissed the top of her head, and felt almost entirely happy and content.
Almost.
There was one little problem, one small doubt torturing him from the back of his mind. What if she left? What if this was just a vacation fling for her, and he’d made the stupid mistake of not only letting her into his heart, but also into Mila’s life?
That would be the ultimate in bad parenting decisions. Mila would be heartbroken if Alison up and disappeared one day, and he wouldn’t be in much of a position to help her, because he’d be heartbroken himself.
Still, he tried to just push down those niggling worries and enjoy the moment. After all, he was lying naked in bed with a beautiful and accomplished woman in his arms. If he couldn’t just quiet his mind and enjoy that, dammit, then he deserved to have his man card taken away.
Then, with no warning, the quiet of the nighttime house was split by the piercing tone of the smoke alarm. Troy and Alison both sat straight up in bed, and Alison looked at him with wide eyes.
It occurred to him first, and he slapped his palm against his forehead, then scrambled to jump up and pull on his pants. He didn’t even bother with his underwear or shirt, let alone shoes.
“It’s the smoke alarm,” he told her as he zipped up his fly. “The lasagna. It’s been in the oven all this time.”
She groaned as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to grab her robe off of the hook on the back of the door. When she came back into the room, tying the rope around her waist, there was also a wry smile on her face. “Well, I guess you could say this was a pretty good first time. In fact, you could even say we burned the house down, in a manner of speaking.”
