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She bites her bottom lip, rolling her eyes. “Two years ago, okay? It was two years ago.”
“Okay,” I laugh, not understanding her reaction . . . then it hits me. “Wait, you—he was the last guy you . . . ?” She nods, looking away from me. “It’s been two years since you’ve been laid?” I can’t hide the shock in my voice or on my face. “Oh, sweetheart,” I hang my head forward, resting it on her breasts, “that’s a crime, especially with this body—this pussy—fuck!”
“It’s not that dramatic,” she laughs. I let go of her hands, climbing off of her.
“In that case, I think we need to seriously make up for lost time.” I grab her, flipping her onto her belly and smacking her ass.
“Ow!” she yelps, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“On your hands and knees,” I command, grabbing her waist and helping her up. “I think we need to hit as many positions as possible tonight.” I reach for a condom, sliding it down my already-rigid cock as I slap it against her ass. “You ready for more?”
“I—” I don’t let her finish before I’m pushing myself deep inside her.
“Doesn’t matter, baby. You’re going to take this cock so deep, you’re going to be feeling me inside you for a week.” I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me hard. “This time, it’s about me.” I grunt. “Knowing I’m the man to make you come after this long . . . oh, fuck yes.” I pump into her hard and fast, her headboard starting to knock against the wall as her fingers curl into the comforter.
I’m completely lost in her, the way her slender back muscles move as she struggles to stay upright with my movements. The way she looks back at me over her shoulder. I lean forward, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair so I can turn her face to kiss her. Instantly my movements slow. I stay inside her as I roll to my back, lifting her on top of me.
“Oh, God, yes.” Her head falls back, her hands cupping her breasts as she moves her hips back and forth. My fingers dig into the soft skin of her waist as I watch her abdomen muscles flex with her movements. Watching her is intoxicating, like I could be slowly poisoned by her beauty and not give a damn as I drew my last breath.
“Look at me.” My words are a plea. “I want to watch you come.”
Her head falls forward, her hands resting on my chest as she continues to ride me. He movements are rhythmic, her breathing deep, her eyes half-closed with lust. I don’t know what to think in this moment. I’m terrified. I’m lost. So I just feel instead.
“Alex.” She says my name in a breath that sounds so heavenly. “I’m—I’m . . .” She can’t finish the sentence. Her nails dig into my chest so hard that I’m certain the marks won’t fade this time.
“That’s right, baby, let me feel you.” Her body shakes as she rides out her orgasm, both of our bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
I pull her down on me, my lips tasting hers again as I begin to thrust my hips upward. I’ve never connected with someone physically so well. It feels like our bodies are saying things—our lips are desperate for more of each other. When I finally come, she collapses on my chest.
I run my fingers softly over her back, feeling lost about what to say. I don’t want to break the spell. I don’t want her to move or get up. So instead, I do something even worse.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“Considering you’re still inside me,” she smirks, “I’d say that question is a little redundant.”
Her response makes me laugh. This right here proves that something is different. I can’t remember the last time I held a woman after sex and laughed and talked to her with zero rush to end the night. Actually, that’s not true. I can remember the last time . . . it was with Sierra, back when I thought she was it: the love of my life and the mother of my future children.
“Sure, what’s the question?”
“Is Chloe’s dad in the picture at all?” I can tell by her expression that she wasn’t expecting that question. I almost regret it when she slowly rolls off of me and grabs one of the oversized pillows to somewhat cover herself. “Sorry, none of my business.”
“No, it’s fine. He’s not in the picture, no. He was at first, but then he couldn’t be consistent and I didn’t want Chloe continuing to get hurt. So we moved to New York and now he’s not involved at all . . . his own decision, by the way.”
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugs. “Nothing you did. It’s for the best, unfortunately.” We both sit in silence for a moment, then she looks over at me with a smile. “What about you? Who did this to you?”
“Who did this?” I laugh.
“Oh, please. Don’t act as if a man who looks like you with your background just chooses to be a jaded playboy.” She says the last part cynically.
“A man who looks like me?” I crook my eyebrow at her seductively and she rolls her eyes. “You really can’t stand that you find me attractive, can you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face, your reactions, comments.”
“Well, clearly I’m not hiding it. I mean, with what’s transpired over the last two hours, I think it’s pretty obvious I find you attractive.” She fiddles with the edge of the pillowcase, refusing to look at me. “And don’t fish for compliments. You know most women find you attractive.”
