Page 80 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

His hand slid up the side of my thigh and stopped on my hip. "God you're sexy." He leaned back and looked down at me as he began moving his hips faster. "One night of you would never have been enough."

I could feel myself clenching around him. If possible, his words affected me just as much as him inside of me. He tilted his hips, hitting me in that spot that only he could.

Oh God. I turned my head as the sensation of him completely consumed me.

But he grabbed my chin and tilted my face so that I was staring directly into his eyes. "Come for me, Keira."

"Rory!" I moaned as his words pushed me over the edge.

He stared into my eyes as he found his own release.

My heart was racing as I stared up at him. This boy loved me. And I had never felt this way before. Everything was different with Rory. Somehow with him, everything seemed so much more real. I reached up and ran my palm along the scruff on his jaw line. And so perfect.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips.

"I like more."

"Mmm." He slowly pulled out of me.

I didn't like the empty feeling. The smell of lemon scented cleaning supplies suddenly came back to me. We must have spilled a bottle because it smelled even stronger than before. "Every time I mop the floor now I'm going to want you to do that to me."

"I think I can arrange that." He grabbed my hands and pulled me to a seated position. He kept my hands in his as he looked down at me. "I don't like fighting with you."

"I don't like fighting with you either."

"I'm..." his voice trailed off. He ran his thumbs along my palms. "I'm not good at this."

"I'm not good at relationships either. It's one of the many things we have in common."

Rory laughed and then was silent for a moment. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I don't like seeing you upset."

"Then don't hurt me."

He leaned forward and ran the tip of his nose down mine. "You really shouldn't be with me."

"I want to be with you." I unwound my fingers from his and grabbed the sides of his face. "Rory, I've wanted to be with you ever since you first stepped into my apartment. Please don't give up on this before we've even started."

"I'm not. I'm just...worried that you want what's out there." He pointed to the door. "I'm not there yet. I'm not even sure if I'll ever want those things."

How had we gone from being un-exclusive to talking about marriage? How did he know that I felt like I was falling behind my friends? What he didn't seem to understand, though, was that I didn't care about any of that when I was with him. I didn't feel the clock ticking when I looked into his eyes. Getting married in one year or ten years didn't matter if he was going to be beside me. I just wanted to be with him.

"Rory, you're exactly what I want." I ran my fingers between his naked torso and his silky tie.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

He turned away from me and looked around for the light switch. When he found it, the sight of him took my breath away. His hair was mussed up in that way that it could only be after sex. He had already zippered up his suit pants and hinged his belt back in place, but his shirt was still unbuttoned. His tie hung loosely around his neck and was pressed against his naked torso. I couldn't help but wonder why men ever wore shirts. Just a tie seemed to work fine.

He smiled at me. "Okay, let's give this thing a shot."

I wanted to clap my hands and yell and dance around the closet. Instead, I slid off the table, walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Does that mean if people ask if you're my boyfriend you won't freak out? Maybe I could even say yes?"

"Hmm." His hands slid to the small of my back. "Maybe you should say it a few times so I can get used to it."

"So like...no we're not just roommates, this is my boyfriend, Rory." My boyfriend, Rory. I wanted to say it a million times.

"It sounds pretty good actually."

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