Page 89 of Fighting Spirit

“No?” My chest puffs up a little in pride.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Positive.” I hope I never do it for anyone else.

“Well, congratulations.”

I burst out laughing. Only this girl could make me laugh seconds after giving me the single hottest experience of my life. She kisses me again, probably just to shut me up, but I couldn’t care less.

I find myself between her legs, her thighs cradling my hips, and I’m so hard it’s agony. “Is this okay?” I whisper between drugging kisses.

“Please,” she moans, tilting her hips to where we’re almost connected.

A thought pops into my head, and I stiffen. “Shit, fuck. Give me one second.” I roll off her and start frantically digging through my bag. I must look ridiculous, ass in the air as I rifle through a full-to-bursting gym bag.

“What are you doing?” I look over my shoulder at her and have to bite back a groan. She’s propped up on her elbows, hair mussed into a halo and looking like a God damn dream.

“Condom.”

“I got it.” She rolls to the side and finds one in her nightstand, holding it up in victory.

“Oh, thank god.” I’m back on top of her in three steps, ripping the package with my teeth and quickly covering myself.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks gently.

If only she knew.

“I’m sure.” I kiss her forehead. “Are you?”

She doesn’t answer; instead, she reaches down to guide me to her entrance. I rest our foreheads together as I push inside, and the sensation is beyond words. I pant into the crook of her neck as we’re fully joined, and I can’t believe I ever thought I could be ‘just friends’ with Ruth. She’s so tight that I’m worried I might be hurting her. I look up to see her face, but her expression is all bliss. “You good?” My voice comes out hoarse.

“Yeah,” she chuckles, “just give me a second.”

I wait, bracing myself on my elbows as I lavish her face and neck with open-mouthed kisses until she starts moving against me. “Ready?” I half groan as she somehow manages to slide me even deeper.

“Uh-huh.” She threads her hands into my hair the way I’m so obsessed with, and the two of us writhe as I start to thrust into her. It takes a minute to find the right rhythm but when it clicks, it’s everything.

It’s like my whole world is coming apart and being remade as I move with her, the feeling beyond anything I thought was possible. I always assumed that people were exaggerating when they spoke about sex, but with Ruth, I feel turned inside out into a whole new man. I know in this moment that I’d do just about anything to make her feel good, to keep her safe, and happy, and fulfilled.

Sparks start to build at the base of my spine and I want to hold them off, not ready for this to end. Ruth reaches between us to touch herself, and I feel her start to tighten around me. I move faster, determined to fall with her.

My climax crashes over me, and I feel like I might drown in it, this unstoppable pleasure that cascades across my body. Ruth comes with a shout, her walls fluttering around me and prolonging my own release.

Eventually, I collapse to the side, rolling her with me until we’re facing each other, still joined. I rock in and out of her in lazy strokes as we both come down. “Was that okay?” she asks as she tucks her head into my neck, her nose rubbing against the sensitive skin there.

“I don’t even have words,” I mumble.

She giggles and the vibrations have me moaning. Fuckin’ hell, I have to move or we’re going to be going for another round. I roll onto my back, slipping out of her. Ruth whimpers at the loss as I get rid of the condom in the trash can next to the bed. “One second,” I say as I grab the covers, spreading them out over us. I wrap an arm around Ruth and move her so my chest is pressed to her back. “Thank you,” I whisper into her hair.

She lets out a sleepy mumble, “Give me ten minutes, and you can show me how grateful you are.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

RUTH

“Ican’t sleep with you doing that,” I grumble. Rowan’s wrapped around me from behind, and every time I think I’m about to doze off, he’ll press kisses to my bare shoulder, my hairline, down the sensitive spot under my ear. I made him put his underwear back on, but when he went to grab his t-shirt, I snatched it first. It’s all soft and worn-in and smells like his soap. I’m hoping he’s not harboring any delusions of getting this thing back, because there’s no way that’s happening.

“Sorry.” His ministrations don’t stop.

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