Love Story (Love Unexpectedly 3)

I place both hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “That was…”

He lifts his eyebrows, and I realize I don’t want to answer.

“Lucy?” he prods.

I swallow. “I was going to say it was better than before, but I find I don’t like thinking about where you got all the practice.” His expression clouds, and he starts to pull away, but my arms wrap around him. “I’m sorry I’m jealous, I’m sorry I was wearing stupid polka-dot panties.”

He frowns and he lowers to me once more, framing my face with his hands. “Shove your apologies, Hawkins. I like that you’re jealous. And those damn panties have been making appearances in my daydreams for years. Only fair I got to see them in person one more time. I like them.”

I laugh and try to buck him off. “You’re such a liar. You do not.”

He doesn’t let me go, instead moving his lower body so that he nudges against me. “Does this feel like I’m a liar? Does this feel like a man who doesn’t adore every damn thing about you?”

My eyes go wide at the unexpected sweetness of his words. I search his face, but he doesn’t meet my eyes, instead going to nuzzle my neck.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks gruffly, circling his hips again so that the velvety tip of him nudges my soft folds.

“I’m on the pill. And I just had a doctor’s appointment before I left.”

He lifts his head, elbows on either side of my head as he stares down at me with glowing blue eyes. “Same.”

“You’re on the pill too?”

Reece laughs and I laugh back, loving the sound of it, but I love even more the way he captures my laugh with his mouth at the precise moment he thrusts inside me, catching me by wonderful surprise.

“Oh.”

Reece’s breath is ragged as he holds my gaze. Neither of us moves as we both register the feeling of him all the way inside me.

“Not like before,” I whisper.

He slowly shakes his head. “Not like before.”

“Better.”

“Better,” he agrees as he pulls back, before pushing forward once again.

It’s perfect. It’s not fair how perfect it is. As far as losing virginity goes, my experience with Reece was as good as it got, but this is unspeakably better. It’s like my body knows his, even after all this time, even after one time. I fit him perfectly, and he fits me.

“Damn you, Lucy,” he whispers, his tone more aggravated than it is angry.

In response I lift my hips and tighten around him, my nails digging into his back as I arch into him. “More. Harder.”

He complies, quickening the pace, each thrust all but lifting me off the bed until we’re nothing but a writhing tangle of limbs, lost in the other as we search for release.

And then we find it, almost simultaneously, my own cry coming just seconds before his shout as we both stiffen and shudder, each holding on to the other like a life raft.

Which is ironic, really, considering that I’m pretty sure we’re more likely to be each other’s deaths than saviors.

He’s heavy when he collapses, and I wrap around him. Reece rolls us to our sides. My breath is hot against his chest, his warm against my temple, as we try to remember how to breathe.

Neither of us says a word, and we sure as hell don’t look at each other.

Reece’s hand slowly slides up to the back of my head, his fingers fisting in my hair just a little bit roughly, and I know. I know that he’s in the same torturous, strange place that I am: torn between past and present and wondering what the hell it means for the future.

Chapter 30

Reece