Page 73 of Run the Play
“You.”
“You have me. What else?”
“You inside me.”
“That I can do.” He flips me to my back and hovers over me. I can’t see him or make out his features, but I can imagine the look in his green eyes. I open my legs wide for him, and he settles where I need him to be.
Reaching between us, I try to align him at my entrance, but he pulls his hips back. “Condom,” he whispers, before sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.
“No. Just you.”
“Babe?”
“I’m on birth control.”
“I wouldn’t care if you weren’t,” he replies. “But I do want you to be safe. Us to be safe.”
“It’s been a long time for me, and I’ve been tested. I’m all clear.”
“Me too.” Moving all of his weight to his elbow, he, too, reaches between us, and he slaps his cock against my pussy. “You want me bare?”
“Yes. Nothing between us.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Oh, baby, I want to. Birth control or not, I want to.”
“That’s—what?”
He chuckles. “It means exactly what you think it means. Having a baby with you doesn’t scare me, Roe.”
“What does scare you?”
“You not being mine.”
“I’m yours.” I lift my head to press my lips to his. It’s a stretch at first, but he lowers, allowing me better access.
“Just us?” he asks.
“Just us.”
His hips press forward, and slowly, inch by delicious inch, he fills me. “All in,” he says, his voice gruff. “Not just me inside you, Roe. I’m all in with you, baby.”
I part my lips to speak, but words won’t come. Instead, I slide my hands into his hair and pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me lazily, his tongue sliding against mine. His thrusts are slow, but powerful.
“My Rowan,” he whispers against my lips.
Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. I know what this is. We don’t need the words; we have the connection. Landry Reynolds is making love to me. Love. I feel it with every touch, every swipe of his tongue against mine, every press of his hips against my own. It’s in the way he looks at me, looks after me. Every touch, every moment with him is filled with love.
We don’t need the words.
We have the actions.
“I’ll never be the same after this,” he whispers. “You’ve changed me, Rowan.”
“Landry,” I cry out for him, my words cracking. He’s changed me, too, in so many ways. He’s healed parts of me I didn’t even know were broken or that needed healing. Then this man…. Thisloud, goofy, always hungry football-loving man comes barreling into my life.
