Page 118 of Playing for Keeps
Then Ethan was leaning forward to kiss me messily, desperately.
I kissed him back with the same urgency. Like nothing in the world mattered more than this kiss, than him starting to move more confidently inside me.
I pulled back so I could see his green eyes, watching them light up as he got into his rhythm, sweat beading on his forehead as he fucked me hard and deep.
And fuck, it was like when we were on a sports field together, the way we could almost read each other’s minds, how he seemed to sense exactly what I needed, grabbing a hand to tilt my hips up so he was pounding the right spot. I got a hand between us so I could jack myself off at the same rhythm he was pounding into me.
“Oh fuck, you’re too tight, I’m going to come,” Ethan groaned.
“Do it,” I urged.
I kept my gaze on him, wanting to see that exact moment when Ethan lost all control.
That blissed out look on his face? Knowing I was the one who caused it? That was incredible.
He collapsed forward on top of me, his chest heaving. I couldn’t help running my hands over the muscles in his back, stroking his warm skin.
He must have felt my still very erect cock digging into him. He pulled out of me slowly, looking down at it.
“Shit, sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
I didn’t want Ethan to regret a single moment of that, because it was something I’d never forget. I’d go to my death bed remembering the light in his eyes, the way he moved inside me.
“It just means my job here isn’t finished.” He shuffled down to take my cock into his mouth.
I was incredibly close so it only took a few sucks and I was coming harder than I ever had in my life.
Ethan pulled off, flopping down on the mattress next to me.
Our breathing slowly calmed down. I turned my head so I could watch him, see that little smile playing around his lips.
He got out of bed and disposed of the condom, brought back a cloth and handed it to me.
When he climbed back into bed, he turned to meet my gaze. “I didn’t want to say it during sex, because that’s like the ultimate no-no, but you know I love you, right?” His voice was casual, like this wasn’t the biggest deal in the universe, like I hadn’t waited most of my life for him to say those words.
I cleared my throat and tried to keep my voice equally casual. “What type of love are we talking about here?”
“Every type of love it’s possible to feel for someone,” he said simply.
Oh holy hell.
Apparently this was how it felt to have everything you’d always dreamed of.
Playing for New Zealand. The man I’d always loved telling me he loved me back.
I felt a prickling sensation at the back of my eyes, and I had to blink a few times to wrestle it under control.
He studied my face. “Hey, you okay?”
“Never better,” I choked out.
Ethan reached out and stroked a finger down my cheekbone. My skin tingled. When I opened my eyes, a cheeky grin had sprouted on his face. “I take that as a challenge.”
“What as a challenge?”
“The fact you think nothing can be better. I’m pretty sure I can make this moment even better.”
