“This time, I don’t even care if there’s a fire. We’re not being interrupted.”
The words would be funny if I wasn’t in the position I was in. I was as serious as a heart attack. The place could be burning down, and I still wasn’t going to stop.
Her back twitched as her right shoulder dipped down, but then her shorts and underwear were sliding down her thighs to the floor, and I realized she’d pulled the front down so she could get free of them altogether.
I did one last skim with the tips of my fingers over one of her cheeks, before slowly trailing them down to her entrance.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my entire life,” I rasped, dipping the tip of my middle finger inside her and groaning.
Her body jerked at the move and there was a soft thud, but then she was standing up with her back to my chest still, and pulling my head down toward hers with one arm. The position should’ve been awkward, but somehow it wasn’t. It was handy because now I could reach around the front of her and play with her clit—which was precisely what I did, smiling into the kiss when she gasped in my mouth.
“Take your shorts off.”
Unfortunately, mine weren’t as easy as hers were to remove, seeing as how I had jockey shorts with a tight elastic waistband on them, specifically designed not to budge, but I made it happen and kicked them off.
With my hands free again, I went back to what I’d been doing and trailed a path from her belly button down to her pussy, stopping when my fingers reached the wetness waiting for them.
It was exhilarating to know that just kissing her and being this close to her had done this. That I’d done this to her.
Gently separating her folds with my fingers, I used my middle one to circle her clit, while my free hand went under her t-shirt and cupped her breast over the lace of her bra.
Before I could do anything else, she spun around and hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. The move caught me off guard and I stumbled for a second before leaning her back into the wall for balance.
“Move faster,” she begged against my mouth.
“I need to make sure you’re ready so I—”
Pulling her face away, she snapped, “I’m ready. Jesus Christ, Logan, I’ve been ready since this morning. If was any more ready, I’d be a freaking puddle, so can you just do me already.”
Later on—much later on—I’d remember the words and find humor in them. At that moment, though, they were like the starting gun for a race.
Squeezing a hand between us, I gripped the base of my cock and lifted it to meet her, my eyes almost crossing when the tip skimmed through her folds perfectly. It was one thing to feel how wet and soft she was for me on my fingers, a whole new ballgame when it was my dick feeling it.
“It didn’t do you justice,” I croaked, moving it down again to find her entrance.
Panting, Bex tried to lift as best she could to help me out. “What didn’t do me justice?”
“My memory.”
It only took her a second to understand what I was saying. “Then we’ll just have to keep doing it, so you don’t forget.”
Those words were everything. It wasn’t a serious conversation about ‘us’ and where we were headed—it definitely wasn’t the moment for that—but it was as close as we’d get until we were in a situation where it would be more appropriate to do it.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I promised as I started to push inside her slowly, closing my eyes as the feeling washed over me.
Then she laid down the gauntlet and taunted the beast. “We’ll see. You could be shit at it, and—” her words were cut off by the wail that came out of her as I thrust into her, pushing half my length inside her.
“You were saying?”
Dropping her forehead onto my shoulder, she moved her hips from side to side, like she was trying to squeeze more of me inside. “I have no idea,” she panted, pressing down now with her movements. “Why aren’t you moving?”
Shifting one hand under her ass to support her and the other one behind her neck, I gently skimmed my nose from her temple down to her jaw. “I’m trying to give you time. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
Turning her head so that her lips were only just touching mine, she raised her eyes to meet mine. “I’m not breakable. If it hurts, I’ll tell you, even if it means punching you in the head.”
My hips had already started moving, withdrawing slightly to push back into her. I’d been about to say something back, but it was cut off by knocking on the front door.
Not stopping what I was doing, I thrust harder into her. “Ignore it.”
With patience and a mixture of speed and power that satisfied both of us, I worked my full length inside her. If I’d thought having the tip inside this morning was heaven, this was a full-blown paradise.
I kept us so that I was looking into her eyes as I moved in and out of her, loving how glazed they were, but also the way she had to bite her lip to hold her cries in, seeing as how whoever was outside kept knocking on the door.
Keeping my voice low, I promised, “The next time we do this, you’re going to let all of those screams out. You’re going to let me know how everything feels, even this.” I ground into her, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit.
Almost like her head was too heavy, even with my hand still supporting her neck, it dropped back and made a noise as it hit the wall. On the next
