She’s completely naked, and it takes all of my control to stay at her side and not crawl back into the bed.
“Fuck it.” I strip my shorts off and slide in, cradling her to me. One of my arms slinks around her waist, while I use the other to prop my head up and watch her. She’s fallen back asleep, letting out a dreamy sigh every few breaths. The sound touches me deeply as I remember last night.
From the first sight of her naked body to the sound of her screaming my name replay in my mind.
I was right to wait, wanting to introduce her to my world before taking our relationship to the next level. Fuck if it wasn’t hard, but it was worth it. Every single second since I saw her across that room was worth it.
I knew sex with Grace would be something else, but it was more than something.
Mind-numbing, heart-stopping, body-shaking… It was everything.
Over and over again, I couldn’t get enough, and she didn’t care. She was right with me, stroke for stroke, push for pull, scream for moan. Remembering her against the shower tile has me hard and aching. My dick throbs for more, rubbing against her lower back.
Last night confirmed all my suspicions. She would now and forever be the only woman I’d ever want.
Fuck! Nick Bennett has officially become a pussy-whipped sucker. Grace Monroe has sunk me.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she starts to stir, wiggling her ass against my straining dick. She lets out a little laugh and covers her hand on mine at her waist.
“Morning.” Her voice is laced with sleep as she rolls into my chest.
“Morning.” I kiss her forehead.
“Hmm, what time is it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Her eyes flutter open and lock with mine. I suck in a breath at the sight of her violet eyes focusing on my face. She’s fucking gorgeous anytime, but waking up in my arms, she’s breathtaking.
“What’s that smell?”
“I made you breakfast.”
Her face lights up.
“You did?”
“Yes.” I lower my lips to hers and steal a quick kiss. “My trainers always tell me how important rehydration and food are after a game. It’s important to refuel your body.”
“Well, it sounds like I should be serving you breakfast. You’re the one who had a game yesterday.”
“Maybe, but I like the idea of refueling your body.”
Her eyes heat up, and she reaches to my neck, pulling my mouth back to hers. This kiss turns heated, and soon, I have her under me, her legs latched around my hips, our naked bodies tangled together.
She curves her body into mine, my dick finding her slickness easily. My plan to feed her in bed flies out of my head. She’s taunting me, teasing me with no words. It’s useless to try to stop when she adjusts her pelvis and, at the same time, scales her nails down my back. I slide in, moaning into her mouth as she takes me all the way. Her thighs tighten, and I feel the muscles contract, squeezing my cock. Red-hot sensations shoot up and down my spine and settle in the pit of my stomach.
The last twelve hours have been nothing less than incredible. After having Grace for the first time, I’ve been insatiable. At one point, I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood as I emptied into her, listening to her shout my name. Sometime between the bed and the shower, we had a conversation about ditching the condoms. It was totally her decision. I tried to be the responsible one, Shaw’s voice nagging in the back of my head about the importance of safe sex. But when she rationalized about being on the pill, we agreed. There was no more hesitation.
Now, my stamina is nonexistent as her warmth sucks me in. My balls constrict, ready to blow again. This can’t happen.
I don’t move, breaking away from her mouth and bracing on my elbows to get a good look at her. The edges of her lips are pink from my scruff, and her eyes are now filled with a blazing passion.
“Babe, you can’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Tighten, squeeze, contract—whatever the hell you’re doing. It’s been a hell of a long time since I had morning sex, and never bareback.”