“I want to know all of your secrets,” I answered automatically.
His eyes twinkled as he leaned down and spoke directly in my ear. “I’ve never done it either. You’ll be my first.”
I threaded my fingers into his hair.
“You want to know one of my secrets?” I teased lightly against his ear.
“Tell me?” he breathed, running his mouth along the line of my jaw.
“I’ve been ready for you since this morning when I woke up and you weren’t here,” I declared.
His eyes were hot when he moved backward to catch my gaze.
“Can’t leave you hanging, now can I?” he murmured, reaching over my body to the nightstand.
He pulled out a small foil package and ripped into it with his teeth.
Blowing the small piece away that’d torn off the package, he hastily went up onto his knees between my thighs and smoothed the condom down over his shaft.
Seconds later he was kicking my legs even wider before slowly easing his cock inside of me.
And, like always, it was a stretch.
The burn felt just right as he slowly filled me to bursting.
And only when he knew I was okay did he start to move.
Slow, steady strokes that made my heart rate accelerate and things inside of me start to respond.
Though, it honestly didn’t take all that much for my body to respond to his.
All he had to do was look at me and I was ready for him.
Now, having him inside of me, was just the ultimate moment of euphoria.
“Look at me,” Croft urged.
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes.
Blinking them open, I stared at his beautiful eyes, taking in every single thing about the tantalizing orbs.
“What?” I wondered.
His eyes were shiny with mirth when he leaned forward and caught my nipple up between his lips.
“Nothing. I just wanted you to watch when I fucked you,” he explained as he slowly twisted his hips.
The twist, combined with a short slide, had my pussy tightening around him in surprise.
“Sometimes I used to watch you walk around in your short shorts,” he said as he pulled back, admiring my stiffened nipple. “I used to watch you squat or do a burpee, and I’d think how nice it would be between those shapely thighs. I wondered what you would do if I caught them around the back of your knee,” he did just that. “And pushed them up behind your ears.”
My breathing hitched as he completely changed the angle of his thrusts.
“Sometimes,” he said as he thrust hard, twisting his hips slightly toward the end. “I can’t breathe because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I curled my arms around his neck and held on, feeling like a pretzel and loving it.
His thrusts sped up, and it dawned on me that for the first time ever, I was making love to a man that I knew would be it for me for life.
Croft was my man. The love of my life that I knew, despite our rough start, would be there whether I wanted him there or not.
Croft was mine, just like I was his.
My breath hitched at the knowledge, and when his next thrust came, a little harder than the ones before it, I detonated.
My breath left my lungs through a strangled scream, and in seconds my vision was dimming and my heart was racing to catch up.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, feeling a massive explosion of sensation in my lower belly spread outward.
Then he was flying high right along with me.
In three short grunts, he emptied himself inside of the condom, and a wave of sadness passed through me at knowing that I wouldn’t have him inside of me until I could find some birth control to get on.
Until then, I’d just have to make do with a barrier between us.
But I wouldn’t be waiting much longer because that was the first thing on my to-do list the next morning.
I had priorities.
After he got up and divested himself of the condom, he came back and all but collapsed onto the bed.
“You did too much today,” I found myself saying.
He grunted something that sounded suspiciously like ‘maybe.’ But it was buried so far into a pillow that I couldn’t be sure.
As we were drifting off to sleep he surprised me by saying, “You really will move in, right? If I ask you in a month?”
It was through a sleepy haze that I replied with, “Yep.”
CHAPTER 18
I’m the party tit.
-Coffee Cup
CARMICHAEL
I was very much aware of the way my ass jiggled in my shorts. But for once, I didn’t freak out over the way that the fabric rolled up my legs.
Instead, I was very much aware of the man that’d entered the building in front of me.
We hadn’t arrived together.
In fact, he’d driven from work, while I’d driven from the school.
I’d stopped by my house to change, and the shorts that he’d talked about last week when I’d stayed over at his house had been on the very top of the stack as I was getting dressed.