Page 117 of Body Shot

I choke and clasp her hips. “Oh yeah?” I know the feeling.

“Yeah. It must be the hormones. Dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonin. I think you’d better come back to my place.”

“Damn.” I swallow, my dick already growing stiff. “Yeah, I think I better.”

In her bedroom, I grab Hayden up in my arms and kiss her, hot, hard and deep. She kisses me back as I walk us across the room. Pausing beside the bed, I slow the kiss, licking into her mouth, playing with her tongue, our breathing fast and shallow. Her murmurs of pleasure fill the quiet room as I lay her on the unmade bed.

“What’s happening here?” I murmur, coming down over her., “You didn’t make your bed today, Professor. That’s not like you.”

She smiles against my lips. “I was distracted.”

I move between her legs and she lifts them, her knees brushing up along my hips and ribs. I devour her mouth again, hands fisting in her long hair now released from the bun she had it in earlier. She does the same to my hair, tugging at the tie that holds it back until it spills over my shoulders and around our faces.

We roll across her bed together, whispering words of love, relief, and thankfulness. I stroke her hair off her face, kiss her cheeks, her throat, my hands moving all over her. Then our clothes are gone and there’s nothing between us but the love and trust I felt while we were flying through the air, and I brace myself on my arms and stare down into her gorgeous eyes, beaming up at me full of emotion.

“Can you hand me a condom,” I request huskily, hoping there are still some in her drawer.

Her lips part and she gives me a slow blink. “Do we need to use one?”

Christ. “Hayden . . .”

“I’m on the pill.”

I know that. I’ve seen them in her bathroom.

“I haven’t had unprotected sex with anyone else. Have you?”

“Christ. No.”

“Then we don’t need one. If you trust me.”

A groan rumbles in my chest. “I trust you more than anyone, Hayden. Are you sure?”

I want that so much it hurts, that last barrier gone between us, so we’re as close as two people can be, but I’m also determined to protect her.

Her fingers slide through my hair and she rubs her fingertips over the base of my skull. Sensation licks down my spine, gathering in my low back. “I’m sure.”

Her smile sucks all the oxygen out of my lungs. Christ,that smile.“I fell in love with you the first time you smiled,” I say slowly.

She gazes back at me, wide-eyed.

“The tequila tasting night. You laughed at something Carrie said, and after that I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were so beautiful. Youareso beautiful.” I bend my head to capture her mouth with mine again, a long, heartfelt kiss. I push back and find my shaft, sliding it through her wet heat. Another groan rips from my chest at the incredible sensation of pure contact. My body throbs with need.

I find her opening and lock my gaze with hers as I push in. The physical sensation is out of this fucking world, shocking and electrifying, but the emotions that pour through me are nothing I’ve ever experienced—this ultimate trust and intimacy make it all the more intense and profound.

“Beck,” she whispers on another soft moan. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah. So fucking good.” I pull back and nearly lose my mind at the sublime sensation. She’s wet and hot and tight. A growl climbs my throat and I again press into her slick heat. I can’t stop my body from moving now, in and out of hers. Her thighs grip my hips and she meets my strokes, our eyes joined, her lips parted, her soft cries exciting me even more. I sink deep and pull away, pressure building inside me dark and fast.

She rocks up into me and her body clenches around me as she gives a long, low wail, her body arching beneath me, her fingernails biting into my shoulders in sweet stings. The feel of her gripping me like that pulls me over, and the pressure building low inside me releases. Hot electricity runs up my spine, down my arms and legs as I pump deep and hard into Hayden’s body, marking her in the most primitive, intimate way there is, with my seed inside her.

We soar.

The world spins around us and time falls away as we fly, stars surrounding us, brilliant, incandescent, radiant. So slowly, we float back to earth, wrapped in each other’s arms.

For a long moment I can’t speak. Then I nip her ear with my lips. “You’re mine, Hayden. Never letting you go.”

She holds on tight, her lips against my shoulder, ankles still hooked around my back, holding me there. “Never,” she agrees. “And you’re mine.”

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