Page 60 of The First Kind of Love
When she doesn’t pull back from me, I inch a bit closer, and she tentatively lowers her guard enough for me to go in with afull-fledged kiss. It bolsters my over-the-speed-limit pulse, and the fact that I’m raw dogging the covers right now isn’t going to bode well for the state of my—thankfully still flaccid—dick.
“I don’t care what you do, Sunshine. Just please don’t get out of this bed,” I beg, wrapping her naked, lithe frame in my arms and hugging her close to my chest.
Shiloh squeals as I practically smother her with my body heat, but she melts like caramel on a hot summer’s day into my embrace, burrowing her backside against my crotch. I bite back the moan that lingers on the cusp of my lips, and my brain ferrets through the memories from last night—the way she screamed my name loud enough for the whole hotel to hear, the way her sweet, silken walls pulsed around my cock.
Humor sweetens her tone. “Are we going for round two?”
Even though Ilovethat idea, the only thing I need right now is to hold her. “Actually, I was hoping you’d let me hold you for a while.”
A brief silence follows, and then she turns around in my arms to face me, her tenebrous eyes shimmering with something I can’t name—a happiness so profound that it’s mired in an equal amount of sadness, like she’s not used to being the sole inhabitant of someone’s heart.
“Fulton Cazzarelli, you’re such a hopeless romantic,” she whispers, and I don’t miss the shaky strum of her vocal cords.
I thumb the vibrant apple of her cheek, still coming to terms with the fact that this girl is real—that she’s made of flesh and bone, and that she’s spending her precious time with someone as undeserving as me.
“Shiloh Nguyen, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Anyone who wouldn’t be hopelessly mesmerized by you is an idiot.”
Her lips gape, her gaze rivets, and her chest rises and falls at a quickened pace. There’s moisture in her eyes when she looksat me—moisture that forewarns the first integral crack of the dam inside her.
“Nobody’s ever understood me like you do.”
The pad of my thumb catches a wayward tear, halting its well-trodden path down her face. I never knew someone could look so beautiful crying.
“I see you, Shi. I have ever since that Tuesday in January four years ago. You’re impossible to miss.”
She snorts. “It’s very possible to miss me.”
It’s mind-boggling that she can’t see how incredible she is. “It’s not. And let me show you just how wrong you are.”
With a shuffle of the covers, I position myself above her, watching as she scoots fully onto her back and glances up at me with the most irresistible bedroom eyes in existence. When she bites her bottom lip, a stab of lust cleaves through me, gutting me from head to belly and redirecting my attention to the vulnerable pulse point of her throat.
I lower my head to the delicate arch of her neck, sucking on the thin skin with voracious lips and a possessiveness that I’m starting to think is a two-in-one with her. The muscles in my biceps tense to suspend my weight, and the ones in my back shift when I litter my new workplace with half bites and half kisses.
Shiloh groans, gouging her fingernails into my back while lifting her hips to meet mine, my cock growing harder against the soft swell of her stomach. I tried to refrain from giving her hickeys last night—to cushion the blow of the truth when my teammates find out I lost my V-card—but any false chivalry I had then is long gone.
I lick a thick warning up the length of her throat. “I want your perfect breasts in my mouth, Shi. I want to suck your nipples between my teeth and leave my mark for everyone to see. Just say the words.Pleasesay those sweet fucking words.”
Spine arching, lungs heaving, she gives me the golden key to the goddamn kingdom. “Suck my tits, Fulton.”
Like a good boy, I do as I’m told, taking that pert bud into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks. If I thought Shiloh was loud last night, she’s already proven me wrong in the span of a second. And considering the sun’s barely up, I’m guessing that the whole floor can hear just how well I pleasure my woman.
While my lips tease her nipple, I add my hand to the mix and give her boob a few squeezes, which promotes the faint sting in my back to a near-painful laceration courtesy of her nails.
Then a ringing sound splits the air, but I’m so preoccupied that I don’t pay any mind to it.
“Oh, Fulton,” she mewls, hooking her leg over my back and baring her mouthwatering pussy to me.
There’s a second heartbeat in my skull. I can’t think straight. I’m so turned on that it’ll only take me two minutes to drench her stomach in cum—and those are rookie numbers, alright?
I pop off her breast. “You gonna give me an orgasm this morning, Sunshine? I mean, Iwasplanning on having breakfast in bed, but this isn’t what I had in mind. Though I’msooofucking good with it.”
“If you’re lucky,” she taunts, bending my head back down to my favorite meal in the entire world.
That obnoxious ringing continues, and judging by the twist of her torso, it’s just stolen her attention away from me. Therefore, I hate it, whatever it is—an alarm, an amber alert, next door’s room service. She screeches, sits up, then throws me off with an alarming amount of strength.
When I gather my bearings, she’s holding her phone. “Shit, shit, shit. It’s the bank.”
The bank? Why would the bank be calling her?
