“That is a silly question from a smart woman,” he said.
“Catch up then,” she said, reaching for his shirt and undoing the buttons and then pushing it off his shoulders. “I’m not sure what you do to keep in such good shape, but it works for you.”
“There are some weights and a treadmill in one of the spare rooms upstairs,” he said. “I try to use them a few times a week.”
“It works. And works well.”
“Glad you approve,” he said. He was standing there while Ava undressed him. When she pushed his pants and underwear down, he toed off his shoes, took care of his socks, then said, “You need to catch up now.”
“But you might like me to keep this all on,” she said. “Easy access if you want it.”
He picked her up under her arms and set her on the table in the kitchen. “Don’t move.” He went back to his pants and got a condom. He’d love to just plunge into her, but they only did that one night and he’d honor her not wanting to again. He wasn’t sure either of them were ready for any accidents, not that he thought it’d happen, but why test fate?
He got his condom on, then lined up just right at the table. This was going to work out pretty good in his eyes.
She reached down and moved the tiny bit of lace to the side and he slid right in. “Just like that,” she said.
He grabbed her hips and yanked her closer onto him rather than him moving to her. She yelped and then smiled.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “Let me know what you do to yourself when we aren’t together.”
Her face turned red. “How do you know I do that?”
“Because I do it,” he said. He’d never admitted that to another person before either. Never wanted to. Not even Ellen.
But here was Ava making him feel like he was freer than ever before.
He watched as her hand went down between her legs, slipping between her lips and moving up and down, the tip of her nail touching the base of him with her movements.
“I can see you like this,” she said.
“What’s not to like about the fact that I’m buried deep inside of you on the kitchen table while you’ve got spiky heels on your feet and your legs wrapped around my hips while you touch yourself? This might be every guy’s dream come true.”
“I’m not sure this is every woman’s, but it happens to be mine,” she said. “Not where we are, but just with you.”
She had to be feeling what he was. There was no doubt. “Make yourself come,” he said. “I want to feel you pulsing around me without me doing anything else other than filling you.”
“Do you think you can stay still while I do?” she asked slyly.
“Not positive, but I’m going to damn well try.” And she was testing him, there was no doubt. She was holding his stare, her hand moving. And when her eyes started to flicker shut, he said, “Keep them open.”
“It’s so hard.”
“I know. But it will be better,” he said. “Watch me.”
She did. Her legs were shaking now around him, the heels on her shoes scratching the back of his legs a bit, but he didn’t care.
All he cared about were the clear light eyes of Ava’s watching his. Her internal muscles were flexing around him and he knew she was close. “That’s it,” he said. “Keep it up.”
Her hand was going faster until it dropped away and her head fell back. He’d cut her some slack for not watching him as she was coming because he couldn’t hold still any longer either and picked her up with her legs around him. He started thrusting up into her, holding her ass tight as he was jerking with every movement until his own legs felt they were going to give out when he came.
“Wow,” she said, clinging to him. Her arms were around his neck, her head on his shoulder. “Now that was totally worth it.”
“You’re worth it,” he said. “And maybe you don’t want to hear this, but I find I can’t hold it in any longer.”
She leaned back. “If you’re going to tell me you love me then I’m going to beat you to it. I love you, Seth. Not sure when it happened and it doesn’t matter, but it’s there.”
He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Same here. Love you like I never thought I would again. In some instances it’s so much stronger. It’s scary and worries me and then I tell myself to give in.”
“Why don’t you let me down before you drop me and you can tell me why it worries you.”
He let out a sigh, but held her as her legs slid down. Together they walked into her bedroom, him going to the bathroom. When he came back out, she had his clothes on the bed and she was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts like she slept in at his house.
She moved into his arms for a hug once he had his underwear on and he relished holding her. “So, why are you worried?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try me,” she said.
“When you love something...”
“You fear the past happening again,” she finished for him. “There are no guarantees in the world. We both know it. You experienced something horrible. I’m a doctor and try to prevent it, but it doesn’t always happen.”
“No, it doesn’t. There is more to it too,” he said.
“Do you feel guilty that you are moving on?”
“And there is the fact that you seem to know me so well. Yes. I look at your family. How they are there for you. How they treat me. How they’ve treated Adele. I’ve never had
