Page 109 of The Breakaway

He started with his hands, slowly exploring almost every inch of me. When he heard my breath hitch, he’d say, “Got it,” or, “Noted.” His voice lit up the inside of my brain like fireworks on Canada Day.

Who knew that a whisper in my ear could send shivers down my spine? Or that having his fingers toy with the ends of my hair could make my heart race?

Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a new discovery, and I thought about that conversation with Maddie in her bedroom.

What made good sex? I didn’t have the textbook, but I was pretty sure I'd found it. It was this. All of this. The wanting, the knowing, the anticipation. Feeling safe, loved, listened to.

My body was on fire, but I never wanted it to stop.

Rob pulled away and smiled down at me. "Good so far?"

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Mmm."

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He lowered his head to continue, but I pressed against his shoulder, rolling him to his back.

“Can I take a turn?”

Rob’s pupils dilated. “You want to?”

I nodded. I’d never done this before, and that set me shivering again. But I’d never been the one in control, the one doing the exploring, and the idea made every part of my body molten.

It didn’t take me long to figure out a few things. When I ran my nails over the muscles of his back, he groaned. When I brushed my thumb over his lower lip, he sucked it into his mouth.

How? How had I never known it could be like this?

This was making love. It wasn't about the mechanics, the positions, or the tricks. It was about being this close with someone, this connected, body and soul.

“I love you, Rob,” I murmured. “I’m in love with you.”

Rob caught my face in his hands. “Say it again.”

I grinned, suddenly self-conscious. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He pulled my mouth to his, no longer slow and patient but messy and frantic and desperate. His hands found the clasp of my bra, unhooking it. He found the last parts of me, breathing hard, forcing his body to slow down like he couldn’t rush a single second.

Rob slid his hand down the flat of my stomach, and I sucked in a breath. He paused, his fingertips brushing the band of my underwear. I ran my hand over his arm, encouraging him.

“Just a second,” he whispered.

I paused, kissing his cheek. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve just waited so long for this. For you. I think I might pass out.”

I grinned, peppering kisses over his face. “I’ll make sure you don’t hit your head.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Rob’s hand continued on its path, and my head tipped back on the pillow.

“Yes,” I said on a breath. I needed him to know this was what I wanted. This was what I liked. Every variation of his kisses, every new motif where his hands were on my body. I wanted to experience all of them.

Every single one.

Chapter

Thirty-Five

Two weeks later,I screamed at the top of my lungs next to Crystal and Maddie as the crowd roared right along with us.

“Now that was a damn pass!" Crystal re-wrapped her scarf around her neck.

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