The Boyfriend Experience (The Boyfriend Experience 1)

She sucked in a startled breath, then a blissful sound of pleasure filled his ears as she strained beneath him, and that’s all he needed to hear and feel to know she could take what he was about to deliver. He slid his hands into her hair, holding her head in place as his mouth came down hungrily over hers as she matched his wild, uncontrolled rhythm, her hips lifting and undulating to meet his driving thrusts.

He’d left her on the verge of climax just minutes ago, and it didn’t take long for her to make that climb to the precipice again. She moaned against his lips, and as soon as he felt the beginning of those fluttering sensations he’d experienced around his fingers earlier, he tore his mouth from hers so he could watch her fall over the edge . . . and take him with her this time.

Her blue eyes glazed over with ecstasy, and she bite her bottom lip to hold back her cry of pleasure as her inner muscles rippled around his shaft, throbbing and releasing, until the hot, slick pressure became more than he could resist. He grunted out her name as her body continued to quiver and pulse, coaxing every drop of come right out of him in a mind-numbing release.

With one last deep thrust because she felt so fucking good, he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. She relaxed beneath him, and as boneless as her, Eric didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break their connection when nothing had ever felt so perfectly right. That intimate thought sent a jolt of panic through him because he never lingered inside a woman after fucking her. That was just asking for all sorts of emotional trouble.

Ignoring the dull pang in the vicinity of his chest, he lifted himself up and eased out of her sated body, and the way she smiled up at him so dreamily, so affectionately, fucking eviscerated him inside because she made him ache for that kind of tenderness in his life on a regular basis. Which wasn’t going to happen.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, and disappeared into the bathroom.

He took care of the condom, then braced his hands on the sink and scowled at his reflection in the mirror. “It’s just sex,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just sex. It’s just fucking sex.”

He didn’t feel any better, because no matter how many times he said the words, he didn’t quite believe them.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Evie woke to a deliciously hot, hard, distinctly male body pressing hers into the mattress, and she smiled into her pillow, because she was pretty damn sure she was about to get lucky with a hot, toe-curling round of morning sex. Her favorite kind.

She’d always been a stomach sleeper, and she’d drifted off naked, so it was easy enough for Eric to slid up over her from behind, nudge her legs apart with his knees, and settle his hips between her now spread thighs. The head of his shaft found her entrance, teasing her with a prodding pressure that promised to fill her with the hard length of his cock. Eventually.

She hugged her pillow a little tighter. “Good morning,” she murmured, letting him know that she was awake and aware and totally on board with his idea. Even after using up three condoms during the course of the night, she was far from done enjoying this sexy part of her weekend with Eric . . . so long as she kept the physical separated from the emotional. So far, so good . . . or so she kept telling herself. Maybe, eventually, she’d believe it.

“Mmm.” He pushed her hair to one side, nuzzled her neck for a few seconds, then gently bit the curve of her shoulder, causing a zing of pleasure to race all the way down to her pussy. “It’s about to be a fucking fantastic morning, sweetheart.”

The growl in his voice made her sensitive nipples pucker against the sheets. “Yeah?” she taunted playfully.

“Oh, yeah,” he echoed huskily, tossing aside her pillow before he grabbed her hands and stretched them a few inches above her head.

Anticipation hummed through her at the dominant position. Who knew she liked a man to be so confident and assertive in bed? All her past lovers were tame in comparison to Eric. “So far, you’re all talk and no real action,” she teased.

“Is that right?” he drawled in her ear, his voice taking on an indecent edge.

“Mm-hmm.” She brazenly shimmied her ass against his hips, making him groan as his dick lodged a little deeper. “Is this all you got, Mr. Miller? Pinning me down and teasing me with two inches of your cock?”

An abrupt gust of laughter escaped him. “God damn, you’re sassy in the morning.” His mouth brushed her ear again, followed by his tongue rimming the outer shell. “I like it when you’re feisty.”