“That’s it, show me how much you want it,” he says into my neck. “You’re worth any risk, Ror.”
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other drowns out any sound of a storm. Shit, I don’t even know if there is a storm anymore. Russ is taking over my every sense. I’m moaning, he’s moaning. I go harder, so does he. My pulse in my neck is hammering against his mouth and his thrusts start to become sloppy and rough. He pants my name and his fingers rub me faster and I’m there, falling with him.
I’m exhausted, sore and completely satiated.
We lie there totally still, him still inside of me. He blows out a sigh. “I think I might be obsessed with you.”
It’s like another orgasm. “That’s the sex talking.”
“It’s not.”
He pulls out slowly, kissing me gently as I wince a little. He visits the bathroom to get rid of the condom and, for the first time, I don’t expect the guy I just slept with to close the door and wait for me to see myself out.
Lying back down beside me he leans over to see my face, brushing my hair out of the way and kissing me on the forehead. “Do you want anything? Drink? Shower? Something comfortable?”
“I’m good.” He pulls the duvet over me and gets in beside me. “Thank you.”
Russ kisses my forehead again and rolls my body toward him, putting his arm around me. It’s not something I’ve ever done but I feel so safe and happy it’s borderline overwhelming. He picks up a book from beside the bed and dims the lamp. I want to ask him what he’s reading, but my eyes are already closing. I’m about to fall asleep when his voice stops me. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
RUSS
I can’t remember the last time I slept for more than a few hours. The closed curtains are blocking out any indication of what time it is, but I know I slept heavily last night; I can feel it.
I’d reach for something to tell me the time, but Aurora is asleep on the arm curled around her and the other is resting against the soft skin of her stomach. Pecking a kiss against her shoulder, she stirs slightly and her body wriggles against me, her ass brushing against my dick, making me groan.
She does it again, this time clearly more intentional although she’s pretending to be asleep. I push my hips forward deliberately, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. “I know you’re awake, Rory.”
She laughs and it’s my second favorite noise in the world. The first being her moaning my name, obviously. “What a way to wake me up,” she yawns.
I’d wake her up however she wanted if it meant she slept next to me at night.
Reaching behind, her hand brushes my knee, then my thigh, slowly climbing higher and higher, pausing to gauge my reaction occasionally, until her arm is folded behind her back and her fingers gently brush past my balls and along my dick.
“Is this okay?” she says, wrapping her hand around me and doing a testing stroke.
“Yeah,” I manage to choke out, moving my hips in time with her hand to make things easier for her. “You’re so good at that, sweetheart.”
I immediately panic, I’ve done something wrong when she suddenly stops, but then she rolls over to face me. She’s still sleepy, her wet hair now dried into waves, and she’s looking at me in a way that makes my heart fall out of rhythm. I wish I could save this moment; bottle it and protect it from whatever outside forces are going to try and ruin it.
Aurora leans over and kisses me and I immediately don’t care about anything else but right now. She breaks away, then kisses my collarbone, my chest, slowly moving lower and lower, until I’m holding my breath with anticipation and that sleepy look on her face has been replaced with a look that’s a lot more mischievous.
She kisses the inside of my thighs, my hip bone, everywhere except the place I want her to. I tuck her hair behind her ear, nudge her chin so she’s looking at me. “Are you trying to make me beg, Aurora?”
Those green eyes are staring up at me so fucking innocently, like she doesn’t have my cock next to her lips. She kisses the base, keeping her eyes on me. “Nope.” Another kiss slightly higher. “You don’t need to beg me to do something I’ve been desperate to do for weeks.”
Joining my fingers on top of my head, I pull on my hair as my stomach flexes, my breathing fighting to stay steady. “This is going to be the best seven seconds of my life.”
“Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to seduce you,” she groans through her laughter.