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“I want more,” she whispers against my mouth.
I move quickly. The shower is off and she’s in my arms as we head to the vanity. Surely it’s sturdy enough for what I have planned, right? I guess we’re about to find out because my need for her is too great to ignore. It’s too great to cart her off to an actual bed, like she deserves. Instead, every animal instinct I have takes control as I reach into the cabinet and pull out a condom. It’s secured on my aching cock as I take my place between her legs. And yeah, it’s probably wrong and makes me sound like a caveman, but whatever; between her legs feels like my place. No one else’s.
Mine.
So I go ahead and tell her that as I claim her, pushing myself inside her warm and welcoming body. That one word comes out a growl as I bury myself balls deep.
“Yes. Yours,” she huffs, greedily taking everything I give her.
My hands find her ass once more as I help hold her in position. She leans back against the mirror, opening her body up even more for me. The sight of her is my undoing. The passion and trust I see swirling in those deep green eyes completely shatters me like those glass decorative things in the living room.
I know, in this moment, I’ll never be the same.
It’s more than great sex. I can already tell. I’ve had enough sex in my life to know the difference. Great sex is around every corner, on every block. But this? This is magic.
It’s also not exactly the right time to start dissecting what this means. Instead, I focus on the look of passion written on her beautiful face–a look that I put there, and will continue to put there for as long as she’ll let me.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers, hanging on to my arms for dear life.
“I want you to come on me, Alison. Fuck, I need it, baby.” I don’t even know this man who is talking. He’s dominating and possessive. He’s completely enthralled and consumed. He’s smitten. And it feels so fucking amazing right now. These crazy feelings are slamming together in a tsunami of emotions, reminding me that I’m completely at her mercy.
Alison.
When she comes, I feel it rip through my soul and spiral down to my toes. My balls tighten up, almost painfully, as my own release grabs hold, refusing to let go. We come together, wild and alive, until we’re both boneless and spent.
After a few moments of getting our breathing under control, she throws me a bit of that sass I enjoy so much. “Well, at least we didn’t break the sink.”
Her comment makes me laugh, especially in light of the fact I was concerned about the stability of the vanity earlier. Laughter seems to come so easily when I’m with her, which is another pleasant change from my previous relationships.
My lips press against hers, slow and steady, as I wrap my arms around her back. “Let’s go to bed,” I suggest.
Grabbing a hand towel, I make quick work of getting rid of the condom and cleaning up our bodies as best as I can. Honestly, I should probabl suggest another shower, but exhaustion is settling in her droopy green eyes. Right now, I just want to hold her against me while she falls asleep. There’ll be time for another shower in the morning.
With her hand in mine, AJ hops off the vanity and follows me back into my bedroom. The large bed is made (something I did this morning because I was pretty sure she was coming home with me tonight) so I pull the covers back and wait for her to slip inside. The sight of her brown hair against my charcoal sheets makes my heartbeat gallop in my chest, so strong I feel it in every limb.
Ignoring the bedside lamp, I climb in and pull her body close. The room is dark as her head settles on my arm, her naked back pressed firmly against my chest. Even with the slight height difference, we fit together like puzzle pieces. She exhales deeply, her body relaxing in my arms.
“Good night, Sawyer,” she whispers in the moonlight.
“Night, Alison,” I murmur, placing a gentle kiss on her neck, before settling in for the night.
Sleep comes quickly for AJ. With my arms wrapped around her, I relax fully, probably better than I ever have. I’m not tormented with the what-ifs that have plagued my sleep since that fateful game that ruined my career. Visions of those final days with Carrie are nowhere to be found. Instead, I find solace with the sexy little brunette in my arms.
If I’m being brutally honest, it’s that contentment that allows my brain to venture into new what-if territory. This one has me looking forward, instead of back.
And for the first time in a long-ass time, I really like that fucking view.
* * *
“Rumor has it you took our sister-in-law on a date last night.” I recognize the voice instantly as I slide onto the barstool at Lucky’s Bar. Looking over, I come face-to-face with the very serious glare of Linkin Stone, though I think the tough-guy routine is just an act.
At least I hope it is.
“Lexi got a text message from Grandma,” he confirms, taking a drink of something that resembles water.
“Jaime too,” Ryan adds.
“Abby didn’t respond to the text quick enough, so Grandma called my phone to make sure she was still alive,” Levi contributes.
