Page 92 of Romance Is Dead

“No, no.” I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. “I’m not done.”

“Are you sure?” He reached for the still-wrapped condom where it had fallen onto the comforter.

“Yes. Fuck yes, please. Please.” I had never begged a man before in my life. But with Teddy? I would beg for this.

Teddy opened the condom and rolled it on with the finesse of an expert before positioning himself between my spread thighs. He dipped one hand between us and then with a single, smooth thrust he was inside.

Oh. Oh my God.

I gasped as he pushed all the way inside, stretching me—the perfect length, perhaps a touch too wide. I angled my hips, helping us fit together.

“Fuck, Quinn.” Teddy tipped his head down until our foreheads met. “You feel so damn good. Fucking perfect.”

I moaned in response, tipping my hips up and urging him on. And he responded, thrusting once, twice, three times—slowly, like he was savoring every second of me.

“Faster.” I nipped at his lip. “Please.”

He obliged, increasing his tempo as we came together faster and faster. It was amazing. Transcendent. I knew sex could be good, but I didn’t know it could be like this.

After a minute, he started to slow.

“You feel too good,” Teddy whispered, his voice rough in my ear. “I’m not going to last.”

Pleasure hummed in my chest. “Good. I want you to come for me.”

He groaned, pressing his hips harder into mine, burying himself as deep as he could go. “You feel so good. We feel so good.”

Then he was moving in me again, his fingers working where our bodies met. It was alarming how quickly my orgasm built again, winding tighter and tighter until I knew I was about to come again.

“Teddy,” I cried, burying my fingers in his hair. “Teddy.” His name ended in a whimper.

He thrusted harder. “Quinn. Come with me.”

I cried out, gripping the broad planes of his shoulders as I came apart for the second time that night. He followed a minute later, a final few quick thrusts before he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. We stayed that way, sweaty and entwined, until we caught our breath. He rubbed my back, his fingertips drawing circles on shoulder blades.

We were quiet for a long time, catching our breath as his fingertips drew circles on my shoulders and back.

“I should go,” I murmured into his neck, my eyes closed and body boneless. An old feeling was creeping back—that no matter what we had just done with our bodies, actually falling asleep together was too intimate. That this was a place my heart wasn’t willing to go.

“Why?” he whispered back.

“I don’t know.” I knew that staying the night meant all those confessions we had made were real. That we felt about each other in a way that could no longer be ignored. And that no matter how mind-blowing the sex was, it was still scary. But I was too blissed out to formulate the words.

“Your room is trashed, remember?” He pressed his lips, featherlight, to the top of my head. “Probably by a murderer? Did you forget?”

Shit. I had forgotten.

“Mmm, good point.” I replied, relieved I could stop searching for an excuse. His bed was so soft, and he was so comfy, and deep down I didn’t want to leave anyway.

So I didn’t. We didn’t even turn off the light before we both fell asleep.

Chapter Thirty

Waking up next to Teddy was a disorienting experience. Not just because I was used to sleeping alone, but because when I realized we’d spent the entire night with his arm tucked around my waist, my first instinct wasn’t to jump out of bed and run away screaming.

Instead, I rolled over to face him—carefully—so his arm wouldn’t slip out of place.

He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with his rhythmic breaths, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. I made a mental note to tease him about this later, something about him looking like a big-mouthed bass while he slept. But he didn’t, really. He looked peaceful, strong. Like one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. It was still terrifying, admitting to myself what he meant to me. But maybe I could believe what he’d told me the night before. That I meant something to him.

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