My eyes flashed to his. He flinched inside me.
“You drive me insane. I’m already hard again.”
I sucked in a gulp of air. “Shit.”
“And that little stunt you just pulled was really sweet. But it’s not my favorite thing in the morning.”
“Oh?” I was afraid to ask, but I could feel how hard he was. He was going to show me.
Before I had time to put any of it together Blake lifted me out from under the sheets and he was standing on the floor next to the bed. He rolled me on my stomach, his hand pressing into the small of my back.
His cock nudged between my legs and I felt him fill me with a slow intense thrust as he groaned my name between his teeth.
I clutched at the sheets in front of me, but he was dragging me backward, slamming into his hips. I grasped for gravity, but there was none. Only spiraling ecstasy. Over and over he slammed into me. My body shook with spasms as one orgasm hit me and then another.
Finally. One pump. Then another and Blake thrust into me unloading his release.
“Fuck.” He collapsed against my back.
I tried to breathe under his heavy frame. That was incredible. Possessive. Undeniably hot.
He kissed the side of my neck and I smiled.
“Do you think we really have to leave the house today?” I asked.
He rolled next to me. “Hell no. We can do whatever in the fuck we want to do.”
I laughed. “Then that’s what I want to do.”
“Fuck all day?”
I nodded, crawling toward him. I kissed him. “Yes. All. Day.”
He growled under me. “We have two days left?”
I didn’t want to talk about our time table. I didn’t want to admit that our quick summer romance was getting ready to hit a crossroads. What did we do? How did I even begin to approach the subject?
“Two days,” I echoed.
“You know I’m going back to Florida.”
“I know.” I had to keep the quiver out of my voice.
“Camp starts soon. I have meetings. Press. I won’t be back here for a long time. Once the season starts I’m committed. And I hope it’s a long season. I want to make the playoffs this year.”
I nodded. “I know that. I wasn’t trying to make this more than what it is.”
But was I? What was it? It felt like the other half of my heart. It felt like every time I looked into his eyes I was breathing full breaths. That my soul was with this man. And how could it not be? He was my first. My first love. We had made a baby together once upon a time. He was all I had. And we were here together. Again.
“Darlin’, I’m not saying anything one way or the other.” He closed his eyes. “Fuck. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to. Let’s just enjoy the two days. I get it. You have your AFA life. I’ve never been a part of that.”
He sat forward. His eyes brimming with fire. “Yeah, well I didn’t have all the facts did I?”
I lowered my head. “I can never say I’m sorry enough.”
He tilted my chin up. “I’m not angry at you anymore, baby. It sucks. It’s fucked up. But I can’t talk to my dad about it. I can’t talk to the eighteen-year-old you about it. Right?”