I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

She steps back. My gaze moves over her body, and I growl, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of her beautiful, creamy skin. I shake my head and take her hand, pulling her into my arms.

“Ah,” she cries out, laughing as I lay her over my shoulder and then toss her down on the bed. I climb on top of her, peeling her shirt off over her head. She lifts her ass, allowing me to roll her leggings down over her thighs.

I grunt as I stare at the sight in front of me. She lays on my bed, wearing only her bra and panties. I reach out and touch her toes, sliding my hands slowly up over her legs. I lower myself onto her, my lips finding her breasts. My heart races at the feel of her soft skin against my mouth. I push the cup of her bra down to reveal her breast, and then I close my mouth over the nipple.

She gasps, her back arching off the bed as I swirl my tongue around it, flicking it until it's stiffer than my cock. I move on to her other breast, sucking and flicking until it's also stiff. Then she rolls me over. I look up at her, surprised by her force and watch her as she peels off her panties. She gently rocks herself against me, her firm breasts bouncing as she lowers herself down onto my length. She gasps as I fill her, gently rocking against my rhythm.

I groan, struggling to contain myself as she slides down harder and faster onto me. I run my hand over her stomach and massage her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. I growl, my heart racing as my orgasm begins to build. She gasps and cries out, closing her eyes as she contracts around my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock throbbing as I release into her tight pussy.

Panting, she rolls off and snuggles into me, wrapping my arms around her. She wiggles closer, so her ass is against my cock, nuzzling against my hand. She gazes up at me and presses her lips softly against mine. She smiles as I kiss her.

“I'm glad you let me explain my side of things,” I say with a grin.

She rolls over and props herself up on elbows.

“I should've let you explain what happened. I just panicked when I heard you say you cheated,” she admits. “I told you I went through something with my boyfriend and best friend. That took me a long time to get over.” I lean down and caress her face, angry that anyone would do that to her.

“I’ll never treat you like that,” I promise, kissing her on the nose. “And if you ask me, your ex-boyfriend is a total jerk and a fucking fool for doing that to you.” She smiles and snuggles back against me, resting her head on my chest.

“You should take tomorrow off and make it up to me,” she mumbles, her words barely coherent.

I chuckle and gently tickle her back as she sighs. Her breathing grows heavier as she drifts off to sleep. I kiss her forehead and just watch her for what feels like forever. I don't want to go to sleep because this moment is so perfect that I just want to last.

I nearly lost her once. I don’t intend on letting myself fuck up like that again.Chapter Nineteen

AlanaTo his credit, he did take the day off—six months later, for our anniversary.

Well, at least the intention was there, until he was called in for a last-minute meeting. I frown at him as he hangs up the phone and rolls back over to face me. He winces when he sees my expression.

“Shit, I know. I promised. Someone else can handle it,” he says, picking up the phone again. “You’re more important than anything—”

I laugh and push him out of the bed. Honestly, I was surprised he even remembered the anniversary, because I sure as hell didn’t.

“It’s fine,” I say with a laugh. “You can go into work for this meeting without upsetting me.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises.

“By handing me your credit card so I can entertain myself shopping?” I ask sweetly.

He rolls his eyes. “Since when do you even ask for it anymore?”I think about going shopping. I'm sure that there's a lot I can buy with this platinum credit card, but in the end, I'm too lazy and spend most of the day napping around his pool. That is, until he interrupts my sunbathing at around two in the afternoon with a phone call.

“Can you come in for a little while?” he asks.

I frown. “I thought I had the day off?”

“You do,” he says, “but Peyton is sick and I’m way behind. I have a big meeting that I need—"