Page 38 of More Than a Hero
She laughed at the vision. "Maybe we'll save our sexual acrobatics for another time."
"You got it, babe."
She rolled to her side, and he nuzzled her neck as he curled behind her. Her head rested on one of his arms, and his other arm banded around her, his hand cupping her breast. As his fingers danced over her nipple, she lifted her leg as he guided himself into her.
She clutched his hand as he pulled and tweaked each nipple, and she groaned as his tongue danced along her neck until he nibbled on her earlobe and kissed along her jaw. His thrusts were deep, dragging in and out, and she could feel the spring deep inside, coil tighter. Their bodies rocked in tandem, and she twisted her head so that her lips met his. With his cock thrusting in and out, his tongue mimicked the motion. She sucked on his tongue, then dragged hers along the roof of his mouth.
Another deep growl forced its way out of his chest, and she swallowed the sound, wanting to capture everything of his.
The coil kept tightening inside, but she needed more. Sliding her hand down, she pinched her clit, but quickly found her hand nudged out of the way.
Mumbling against her lips, he said, "Mine."
Considering that he began circling the bundle of nerves, she didn't care if he claimed it for himself.
Just as the spring was about to fly loose, his speed increased, and he began to pant, his hot breath now whispering over her cheek. She clutched his arm as her body convulsed, arching her back as the flutters deep inside became stronger. As herrelease hit, she could swear she saw lights dancing behind her closed eyelids. Desperately hoping he was close, she grinned as his arms banded around her even tighter, and with a final deep thrust, he erupted.
Finally, his body relaxed behind her, and they lay, their sweaty bodies cooling and their heartbeats slowing. When their breathing evened, he slid out, and she rolled carefully until she was facing him.
"Thank you," he said.
"What for?"
"For trusting me with your body. For trusting me to make a bad day a little bit better. For trusting me to carry you when you need help."
Their eyes met, and she smiled. "Can I entice you to take a shower with me?"
"The only enticement I need is the idea of you naked and wet," he said, chuckling.
Her body vibrated with a childlike giggle that burst forth. They rolled out of bed together. He disposed of the condom while she started the shower. They washed each other, and he was obviously being extra gentle with her swollen knee.
After the shower, the steam still lingered in the air, curling around them like the remnants of a dream. Angie stood at the vanity, sliding into a pair of soft cotton panties and a lace-trimmed camisole while Pete pulled on his boxers. The quiet between them wasn’t awkward. Instead, it felt like something deeper and richer.
She reached into the drawer and handed him a fresh toothbrush. Their fingers brushed, a simple touch that sent warmth up her arm.
“Thanks, baby.” His voice was husky, his eyes lingering on her before he turned to the sink.
Once they were ready for bed, she flicked off the bathroom light, and they walked toward the bed together. The air shifted, thickening as they stood on opposite sides, gazes locked.
“What side do you sleep on?” His voice was soft, intimate, like a secret meant only for her.
A laugh bubbled up, light and easy. “The side closest to the bathroom.”
He chuckled, nodding as if he’d expected that answer. “Good to know.”
She slipped onto her side while he moved around the bed, lifting the covers and sliding in beside her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and the scent of fresh soap and warmth wrapped around her as he pulled the blankets over them, tucking her close. His arms wound around her, strong and steady, grounding her in a way she hadn’t realized she needed.
She shifted slightly, adjusting until she was on her back, her body finding the perfect position against his.
“You want to tell me about your knee now?” His words were gentle, but there was an unmistakable undertone of concern.
A sigh slipped from her lips, followed by a small, rueful chuckle. “Honestly? No. But do I need to? Yes.”
Rolling onto her right side, she faced him. A soft glow from the bedside lamp cast golden light over his face, tracing over the angles of his jaw, the curve of his lips, and the depth of his eyes. He was so beautiful that it made her chest ache.
She reached up, her fingers lightly cupping his jaw, her thumb grazing over the roughness of his evening stubble.
His voice dropped to a near whisper. “What are you afraid of, Angie?”
