Page 43 of Fracture

She gasped, then sighed, like that was what she needed. Her fingers gripped his shirt at his waist and tugged up. The first brush of her hand against his skin nearly had him leaping out of his flesh.

She spread her fingers wide and slid them up his back. She dragged her nails across his spine, and he swore his eyes would have rolled back in his head if they weren’t already closed.

He let his hands slide to her hips, holding her in place for him to grind his erection against her. She moaned in his mouth and dug her nails into his back. She pressed her body closer to his, wincing when she tried to support her weight on her broken foot.

“Dammit.”

“On the bed,” he growled. “Spread your legs.”

She hurried to listen to him, scooting across the mattress and parting her thighs for him. “Wait. I’m still dressed.”

Vinnie ignored her attempt to get up again and crawled over her. “I’m not strong enough to resist you if your clothes come off. One more week, Lorelei. Then we can talk.”

“But—”

Vinnie covered her body with his, keeping his weight off her entirely so he didn’t hurt her ribs, and stopped her argument with his lips on hers.

She drew a shaky breath and responded to his kiss with hands in his hair, pulling him down.

He withdrew enough to whisper, “Your ribs. I can’t lay on you.”

“Dammit,” she blurted.

Vinnie chuckled. “We can take this slow.”

“I don’t want slow. I want an orgasm.”

Vinnie kissed her softly, notching himself between her thighs. He stroked against her as he licked her tongue.

She sighed happily, a shaky breath leaving her as he withdrew.

Vinnie thrust against her slowly, keeping his pace and his kisses on the safe side of frantic. If he lost touch with himself, he’d hurt her. And he couldn’t risk that. He rubbed against her body, finding the spot that made her gasp and the spot that made her sigh and the spot that made her moan.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“I haven’t had an orgasm like this since high school.”

Vinnie pulled back. “Do you remember something?”

Lorelei shook her head and laughed. “No. Maybe a feeling. No concrete memory, though.” She moaned softly. “Don’t stop?”

“I won’t. Unless I hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She lifted her good leg, propping her foot on the bed and opening herself up wider.

Vinnie gritted his teeth and recited team stats in his head. She felt good. Too good for rubbing together with all their clothes on. Too good for a grown-ass man.

“Vinnie.” Her breath hitched. A wince had him pausing, but she dug her nails into his skin, and he knew stopping would almost be worse than continuing.

He pushed his body higher, giving her more space to breathe, and thrust harder. He watched her face twist, pain and pleasure fighting in the tightness of her lips and the pinch around her eyes.

Then her lips parted, and a gasp escaped her. “Vinnie,” she sighed, her body shaking as the orgasm filtered through her.

It wasn’t enough. He knew it wouldn’t be enough. But it was more than nothing. And with practice and patience, he would learn what she needed.

“Thank you,” she whispered, blinking up at him. “Best orgasm I can ever remember.”

Vinnie snorted, rolling to the side before he fell on her with his laughter. “My manhood feels like it’s being questioned with that comment.”