Fall Into You (Morally Gray, #2)(65)

I go back and forth between each breast, licking and sucking her taut nipples until she’s panting and writhing beneath me, sliding the head of my cock up and down between her soaked pussy lips, urging me forward with her hips in a wordless plea.

When I know she’s about to break and beg, I kiss her and thrust inside.

She surges up against my chest with a muffled cry and throws her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. I fuck her deep and hard until her thighs are shaking and she’s clawing my back.

She climaxes, crying out into my mouth. I swallow her cries and fuck her through her orgasm until my balls are aching with the need for release.

Then I withdraw from her, roll her onto her stomach, stuff pillows under her belly so her beautiful ass is tilted up, and position myself between her legs. With my chest to her back, I lower my head and put my mouth against her ear as I press the head of my cock against her ass.

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

A slow push, a moment of resistance, her soft cry of pleasure or pain. Then her body submits to me, and the engorged head of my cock slides inside tight, oiled heat.

She shudders and buries her face in the pillows, moaning my name.

Breathing hard and sweating, I fall still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to me. I kiss her shoulders and neck, nuzzle my nose into her hair.

When I feel her relax, I flex my hips slightly, pressing forward, shaking with the need to plunge deeper but holding back to make sure she’s okay.

Then she jerks her hips up suddenly, thrusting me all the way inside.

The moan that slips past my lips is low and broken. I think I might pass out from pure bliss. I breathe, “Fuck,” and moan again.

“You keep telling me you’re in charge, handsome, but we both know who the real boss is.”

I drop my forehead to the space between her shoulder blades and laugh softly, enjoying the moment, the firelight, the smell of her hair and skin. “You’re right, baby. You’re always right.”

“Really?”

“No.”

Sliding a hand between her legs, I stroke her clit as I thrust into her. I play with her pussy and fuck her ass until she orgasms, screaming my name, and neither one of us cares who’s in charge anymore.

I follow her over the edge wishing I were different man without skies full of secrets and oceans of blood on his hands.





Shay





Groggy with afterglow, I lie quietly in Cole’s arms, enveloped in his warmth and strength. Sweat cools on my skin. The fire paints the yard in dancing patterns of light and shadow. His heart throbs beneath my ear with the strong, steady beat of a drum, and for once, my mind is still.

I don’t know what lies beyond this moment. All I know is that he feels like home to me in a way I never expected any man could feel.

It’s terrifying.

As soon as that realization hits, my quiet mind explodes into a tornado of questions, worries, and imagined outcomes to this nonrelationship of ours, each one progressively worse.

He rouses, turning his head to kiss my hair. His voice is a husky murmur. “You okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You’re thinking.”

“God forbid.”

“Exactly. Hence the question.”

Sighing, I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him. “This morning in the stairwell.”

“What about it?”

“We didn’t use protection.”

I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t, so I continue. “What I meant was we should probably talk about contraception. Assuming we’re going to keep doing this, which I hope we will.”

He inhales a slow breath, then exhales quietly, gliding his fingertips up and down my arm. He kisses my head again, then pulls me on top of him, arranging my body on his so I’m using him as a big pillow. He pulls one of the soft furry throws over my back, then puts a hand on my head and tucks it into the space between his neck and shoulder, keeping it there when he speaks.

“I take it you’re not on the pill.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So you are on the pill?”

“Yes. I never stopped after Chet and I broke up.”

After a pause, he says, “Ah. This conversation isn’t really about contraception.”

“I’m not accusing you of not disclosing that you have an STD, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“What I’m thinking is that you’re looking for answers about our situation that I can’t give.”

A lump forms in my throat. Hurt gathers into a sick little ball in my stomach. I wish I wasn’t so emotional, but that’s like saying I wish the sky wasn’t blue. Nothing can be done about it.

Why do I keep getting ahead of myself with this man? Why am I already in so deep? I know whatever shape it will take between us will be messy, so why am I setting myself up for the heartbreak that’s almost certainly coming?

Oh yeah, because I’m a stubborn, foolish romantic who never learns the lessons the universe keeps trying to teach me about the real cost of love.

He’s right. I should stop reading romance novels.

“Can I ask one question?” Without waiting for a response, I hurry on. “Why would you say you’d buy me a ring if we can’t have a relationship?”