Page 79 of Play Dirty

“God, that’s good,” she says, sighing, arms tightening around my neck.

“So good.” I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly. “You’re so beautiful, Stevie. I love being with you like this.”

“You make me feel…loved,” she whispers, her eyes finding mine. “And I’m not talking about beingin love. I know it’s soon for that. It’s about how you treat me…how it feels when we’re together… Am I making sense?”

“Believe me, I totally get it.” I rest my forehead on hers. “I feel it too. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling like this again. Especially not this soon. But you’re…” It’s difficult to articulate what she’s come to mean to me in such a short time and I don’t want to say the wrong thing when we’re in the middle of something so intimate.

So I kiss her again, as sweetly as I know how, because I know that’s what she needs. She already knows I want to fuck her—what she doesn’t know is how much more I want.

I’m just not ready to say the words.

I don’t think she is either.

But she feels it.

She just told me so.

I pull out slowly and then glide back in, taking my time as I make love to her.

There’s plenty of time to fuck, but not this time.

She loops one leg around my back and shifts beneath me, giving me better access, so I plunge deep. She’s so damn warm and tight, trying to stay in control is the best kind of torture. But I’ll hang on for her. There isn’t a chance in hell of me coming first.

“More,” she whispers.

I thrust in and pull out, keeping my rhythm smooth and steady, the way I know she likes it.

“Harder.” Her voice is gritty, eyes closed, fingers digging into the skin of my shoulders.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

I pick up speed and start pounding into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Her nails bite into my biceps as I move faster, hips arching up to meet mine with every thrust.

“Baby, I’m so close,” I pant.

“Right…there!” She shrieks my name a few times as we crash into nirvana together, bodies bucking, mouths locked, moans and whimpers escaping between kisses.

Finally, I collapse on top of her and pepper light kisses on her cheeks, jawline, the tip of her nose.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper.

At least, I think I whispered it.

Or did I just think it?

* * *

After our sexcapades,we must have dozed off because when I open my eyes the sun is low in the sky and my stomach is rumbling. I turn onto my side and nuzzle Stevie.

“It’s dinnertime, Sleeping Beauty,” I say softly.

“Hmmm?” She rolls into my arms. “What time is it?”

I lift my arm to check my watch. “Seven thirty.”

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