Wet (36 page)

She spreads her legs farther apart and rocks her hips up higher to welcome me. I don’t need to be invited twice.

“You ready, baby? This is going to be hard and deep.”

“So ready,” she whispers.

I start slow, one hand balancing me on the mattress as I lean over her, the other guiding my cock inside.

“You’re so wet,” I groan once I’ve filled her.

“Thanks to you,” she says with a sharp breath.

I begin to move, slow at first until we adjust to each other, then harder as I pull her tight against me. I slip a hand under her to tease her nipple and then trail my fingers down to stroke her.

Her filthy mouth takes off again, and it just gets me more worked up.

It isn’t long before my hands grip her shoulders as I take her full force. We’re both slick with sweat and I rake my teeth against her neck and growl as I get close to my edge.

“Too much?” I gasp as her body snaps forward with each thrust.

“Never.”

She moves under me like she dances, every undulation leading me, calling me to her. I rise higher and take her hips in my hands, blind with lust as every nerve ending sizzles, with my final thrust I roar.

I barely remember how I ended up flat on my back with Elle in my arms. All I know is that I’ve never been more spent or satisfied.

“How’d I get here?” I groan, only half joking.

“You sort of passed out. I had to roll you over.” Leaning over, she grabs a water bottle off the nightstand and offers it to me. I lift up and take a few swigs.

“Where’d you get that?”

“From the kitchen. I made a run after I used the bathroom.”

My mouth falls open. “Holy hell, I did pass out.”

She grins. “Well it’s no wonder. I’m going to call you Beast Boy from now on.”

“Filthy Mouth and Beast Boy . . . we make a fine pair,” I murmur.

“A very fine pair,” she whispers before turning off the light and settling back down into my arms.

I vaguely remember kissing her on the forehead and pulling her closer before sleep takes me again.

Chapter Twenty

FACE TO FACE

“Y
ou smell like sex.”

I’m pulled out of the depths of sleep and I blink several times.

“What?” I ask as I rub my eyes.

She trails kisses across my chest and give me a lazy smile. “You smell like sex.”

I chuckle. “Well, it’s no wonder.” I lean into her. “You do too.”

Grinning, she eases her folded leg over my thigh. “I know. Isn’t it glorious? The best smell ever!”

“Well, it’s distinct.” I blink again, noticing how dim the light is in the room. “What time is it anyway?”

“Five-thirty.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes, you’ve been sleeping like a bear. It’s no wonder you have no sense of the time.”

“Haven’t you been sleeping?”

“Not a wink. I’m too excited!”

“What about?”

“Sex!”

This woman.

I bite back my smile. “What about sex?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Now that I’ve got the best lover of my life, I’m imagining all the sex ahead of us. I was making a list in my mind of all the things I want to try. As a matter of fact, there’s a sex show coming up at the Convention Center and I thought we could go and see all the latest stuff.”

Stuff?

“Oh really?”

She nods with a sincere look. “Yeah, that’s where Stella got the crotchless sex swing. They had the part where it hooks up installed over their mattress in their bedroom.”

What the hell?

“Stella has a crotchless swing over their bed? I wonder if it’s got that sparkly shit on it?”

She laughs. “Ha! Probably.”

I point up to her light fixture. “Wouldn’t hanging a swing over your bed conflict with your heavy-ass Venetian light fixture?”

She taps her fingers on her chin. “Good point. Well, we could hang it in the guestroom.”

I’m tempted to ask her how it works but I don’t want to give her a false sense of encouragement. I may be a beast in bed but I don’t do crotchless swings.

She runs her hand down my thigh. “Speaking of crotchless, do you have any chaps?”

I’m starting to get concerned. Why is everything starting to sound like a bad theatrical production?

“Leather chaps?” I ask to check her level of sincerity.

She nods.

“No, my leather chaps got messed up when I tried washing them. All the fringe started coming off.”

She purses her lips. “Hey, are you making fun of me?”

“Maybe just a little bit.”

She play pouts, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, and folds her arms over her chest.

“I don’t like it when you make fun of me . . . especially when I’m so excited about something.”

I lift up on my elbow and gaze down at her. “Aww, don’t be mad at me, Elle. The chaps thing just took me by surprise.”

All of this reminds me of when she wanted me to dress up as a construction worker. “Hey, have you read any cowboy erotica?”

She nods. “Montana Bound is one of my favorite BDSM series.”

I purse my lips together. “I see. And the cowboy . . .”

“Rusty,” she fills in.

“Rusty wore chaps?”

“He wore them a lot, although it was only in the bedroom where he wore them without jeans underneath.”

“Right, right. That’s where the crotchless part comes in.” I purse my lips together and try to imagine how such a scene would play out. “I have cowboy boots,” I offer.

She smiles. “Well, that’s a start.”

I run my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “I’m not really a dress- up kind of guy. Other than appreciating a woman in beautiful lingerie, I really prefer naked sex without a lot of gadgets.”

“You don’t think that’s boring?”

I push back from her, my eyes wide with surprise. “
Boring?
Were you bored earlier?”

“You know I wasn’t. I’ve never been more excited.”

“Me neither. Just remembering it is getting me excited again.”

She takes her hand and slides it down until I feel her fingers wrap around me. My cock pulses in response and she moans.

I press my lips against her cheek. “You turn me on so much.” I ease her sheet down to her waist, kissing her across her shoulder and up her neck as my hand cups her breast.

She runs her fingers up and down my cock. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me.”

“And we don’t need a swing, baby.” “Yeah?”

“All I need is you.”

As we lie together we touch each other slowly in the quiet light of dawn. I gently brush her hair to the side so I can caress her cheek. When our lips meet and we kiss it feels different, like we’re even more connected. Not that I’m surprised, but it means a lot that I’m sensing it so strongly from her.

It’s time. I’ve got to tell her.

Taking a deep breath, I pull back so we’re lying side-by-side facing each other. I look into her eyes and take her hand.

“What?” she asks, squeezing my hand gently.

I take a second, hoping to calm my nerves. “I just thought you should know . . . I mean, I’ve wanted to tell you . . . but I guess I was worried you’d freak out . . . so please don’t freak out . . .”

She claps her hand over her mouth and there’s panic in her eyes. “Oh God, what is it? Are you moving away?”

“What? No!”

“Do you have some rare incurable disease?”

“Hey, hey, hey . . .” I say gripping her arm. “It’s nothing bad. Why did you assume it was?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re stuttering and you look like you’re either going to throw up or cry.”

I laugh, and then laugh harder until I roll over and hold my stomach. I’m so fucking smooth. For the first time I’m going to tell a girl that I love her and she thinks I’m going to throw up instead.

“Why are you laughing at me?” she asks with a frown. “Now I’m getting annoyed.”

“No, don’t get annoyed. I’m laughing at myself, not you, and I’m an idiot.” I roll back on my side to face her.

“So what’s going on?”

“It’s just that—”

“Stop,” she says placing her hands on either side of my face. “It’s me. Elle. Just tell me.”

“I love you,” I blurt out.

She looks at me kind-of stunned. Maybe she isn’t clear on this yet.

I shake my head in frustration. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m
in love
with you—
that
kind of love. You know, the deep kind of love that people write songs about.” I place my hand on my chest.

She gets quiet and glances down. “Oh, I see. You’re
in love
with me.”

My stomach twists up as I wait for her to look back up. “Is that a bad thing?”

She narrows her eyes as she studies me. “Is this a new thing? I mean, did you just figure it out and now think it will mess everything up or something?”

I swallow hard. I have to be honest. “No, I’ve known for a pretty long time.”

“Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“Well, I was going to tell you, but when we found out you were pregnant it wasn’t the right time. I guess after that we had to find our footing again with so much changing. I was waiting for the right moment.”

“I see.”

“I’m starting to realize that maybe this wasn’t the right moment.”

She gives me a little smile and inches closer to me. “Maybe it was exactly the right moment.”

She silently stares at me for a long time, or at least it feels that way. Then I notice there are tears starting to stream down her face.

I reach over to brush one away. “What is it, Elle?”

“I’m
in love
with you, too,” she whispers.

“Are you crying because that’s a bad thing?”

She sniffles. “No, it’s because I never thought that someone would love me again, especially the way
you
do.”

“Oh, baby,” I whisper as I pull her into my arms. “You’re amazing. How could I not fall in love with you?”

She answers with a kiss that shows me she loves me even if she hadn’t said the words.

I answer back by easing on top of her so I can feel her underneath me when I return the kiss, and I make sure it’s one she’ll remember.

“So this is a good thing,” I say when our lips part.

“Definitely.”

“And is
this
a good thing?” I kiss her again and adjust my body between her legs as she slowly eases them apart. My cock seems to slide into her of its own free will, like it knows where it should be. Maybe I gave it a little help, and she did too, but still it was cool it felt so natural.

“Such a good thing,” she whispers. She has a vulnerable look in her eyes and I see that the tears haven’t stopped. I kiss them away and then move to her lips where the kisses continue as I slowly make love to my Elle.

I think this kind of lovemaking is new for both of us—there’s nothing hard about it yet the passion is even more intense without being wild. It’s as if our bodies are confirming the thoughts we shared. I’m acutely aware of the way she’s touching me, like I’m a treasure she’s unwrapped.

All of it is such a turn-on, and I’m stunned to realize that I’m close to coming and we never put on a condom. I lift up on my arms and she looks down to where I’m sliding in and out of her, and she gasps. She circles the base of my cock with her fingers and then strokes herself.

“Oh, Paul, I’m so close,” she says with wide eyes.

I swallow thickly. “Me too, baby, but we don’t have a condom on.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t worry. My doctor put me on the pill.”

“So we’re okay?”

She nods and continues to stroke herself. The flush is running down from her cheeks, along her neck and over her chest.

She nods and bites her lip as the intensity builds, drawing each other to our edge. I’m so deep inside of her.

“Oh my God, Paul,” she cries.

I can feel everything; it’s powerful, not just her starting to come but how this is more. This is love.

I don’t speed up, so as I come inside of her every sensation is amplified. It’s crazy intense, and for a second I wonder if my heart has stopped, but then I realize that it’s wildly beating.

When our gazes meet, I sense that she realizes everything between us has shifted. I understand now why this love thing is such a big deal. It’s an opening of your heart, and you have to be brave because it’s magnificent but terrifying, too.

The only thing I know for sure is that from this moment on nothing will ever be the same.

Chapter Twenty-One

THE BALANCING ACT

W
e fall asleep and when we wake up I realize that we’re not just stuck to the sheets, but to each other. As I try to peel myself off of her, I laugh and she opens her eyes.

“Where you going?”

I flop back down. “I had this idea that I’d go find some food in your kitchen, but I can’t be bothered.”

“You hungry?”

I nod and rub my hands over my face and through my hair. “Yeah. I should probably take a shower too but I don’t have any clean clothes with me. I’m going to have to leave some in your closet so I’m prepared after our next marathon. I’ll be one of those guys who brings over a few things at a time and suddenly I’m living here.”

She tips her head as she looks at me. She suddenly feels far away.