But he was coming, hot liquid spurting inside her as he drove his cock harder, deeper. At last, he held himself against her, jerking in spasms as he groaned, and she let out a mournful moan. She’d just missed it.
He came out, flipped her to her back and hitched up her legs beneath his arms, then slid his still rigid cock inside her. “Play with your clit. Let me finish it,” he gritted out.
Her fingers slid down her belly into the top of her folds, and she found the hardened kernel easily. As he began to pound her again, she couldn’t take her eyes off the juncture of her thighs where his glistening, reddened cock sank again and again.
“Billy…” she gasped, as her orgasm unfurled. She toggled harder, closing her eyes tight. She felt the hard, unrelenting thrusts tunneling deep, tapping her womb, the tightening curl of her orgasm cramping her belly. And then she unraveled, shouting as she came. Darkness engulfed her, and her body went limp. Billy fell over her, blanketing her with heat.
They lay like that for long moments afterward, gasping, clutching each other close. She nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms around him. His arms came under her, and he cuddled her against his chest until the need to draw a deep breath had her pushing him away.
He relented, reluctantly, groaning as he rolled to the side. He brought her with him, still holding her.
While their breaths slowed, and their caresses soothed, she realized she’d never felt so cherished. So alive. Worse, she didn’t want the feeling to seep away, which made her afraid.
He’d gotten to her.
Billy felt the tentative connection break between them. Her body stiffened inside his embrace. He slowly eased his arms from her, allowing her at last to move away. She lay on her side, faced away, while he watched her shoulders square and listened to her breaths grow even.
“I have to get ready,” she said quietly.
He knew what she really meant was that he had to leave. He should have felt relief. It wasn’t like he’d ever meant to be more than a convenient fuck for her. “We have time,” he said, stubbornly.
“Look, I can’t do this part.”
“What part’s that?”
“I can’t be your girlfriend,” she said, sounding surly.
“Why not? It’s not like I’m fucking anyone else. Are you?” He knew she damn well was, but couldn’t let on he knew, because then he’d have to do a whole lot of explaining. Now wasn’t the time. Besides, he was jealous. Bone-deep, snarling jealous of Gabriel’s dream-stealing.
Her breath caught. “I don’t sleep around. There’s only you. But I don’t want anything more than this.”
“So…I’m okay to fuck, but not good enough to be with?”
“Don’t do this, please.”
Billy rolled to his side and came up on an elbow. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t be pissed.”
“If you demand more, I can’t do this with you anymore. I don’t have anything more to give you.”
“Tell me why. Or don’t you think I deserve to know.”
She turned slowly back. Her eyes were haunted, disturbingly hollow. “I don’t want to fall in love with you. And I know it could happen.”
He had to touch her, had to soothe the shadows in her eyes. He settled for cupping her cheek with his palm. “Tell me why,” he said, insisting this time. “Maybe I’ll understand and back off.”
She shook her head, tears beginning to well in her brown eyes.
“Tell me,” he whispered, coming closer.
“Believe me, you don’t want to know. It’d spoil the moment.”
“We’ll have other moments.”
She drew a long, ragged indrawn breath. “Billy, I’ve lost everyone I ever loved. And I’m okay being alone. I can’t ever let myself feel that much again.”
He nodded, pretending her expression, so stark and lonely, hadn’t gotten to him. “So, you don’t want to love me. Who says that’s what I want? But you’re damn well not alone.” And because she didn’t want to tell him more, and because he wasn’t all that sure he was ready to take on her pain as his own, he pulled her close, taking her soft shuddering sighs against his chest.
Maybe this would be enough. And maybe he wasn’t falling in love with her. Talk about bad, bad timing.