I slip the jersey over my head, the fabric brushing against my peaked nipples as I pull my hair out of the neckline, and Rory’s gaze roams me with territorial heat. I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him, savoring the feel of his mouth on mine, the light scrape of his stubble on my chin, the feel of his sculpted chest under my palms.
We kiss for maybe ten seconds before his hands are on my hips and he’s turning me around. We’ve bumped up against the dresser, and above it sits a large mirror.
I meet Rory’s hot gaze in the reflection, just like in the elevator, and his mouth hooks up.
“I love seeing you in my jersey, Hartley.” His teeth nip my neck and I press back into his arousal. His hand drifts between my legs, drawing those same slick circles from the elevator, and more heat blooms inside me while I watch his hand work in the reflection.
“I love when you play nice for me.” His eyes sear me, watching with satisfaction, and I get wetter.
“Rory.” His circles become tighter, firmer, and my eyebrows pull together. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Greedy,” he murmurs. “So fucking greedy for me, aren’t you?”
Every stubborn cell in my body claws at me to argue but I nod, sighing with frustration and impatience. “I want you.”
Something pleased and smug lifts in his expression, and he starts toward his bag for the condom, but I stop him with a hand on his arm. “Wait.” My heart hammers. “I don’t want to use a condom tonight.”
Rory’s breathing turns shallow. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Me neither.”
I’ve never trusted anyone to do this, but I trust Rory. I’ve never loved anyone like I love Rory.
“You sure?” His eyebrow goes up, and his gaze locks with mine, so full of concern.
“I want to. Do you want to?”
He gives me that dark, knowing smile. “Oh, Hartley. I want to.”
His mouth returns to mine, kissing me so sweetly. Rory’s the perfect mix—cocky and competitive and playful, but with a sweet openness that makes me melt into him. His tongue glides against mine, sucking lightly, and I breathe in his masculine scent that’s forever imprinted on me.
He pulls back, turning me to face the mirror, his hand heavy on my shoulder for leverage as he lines himself up at my entrance. I flatten my hands on the dresser, bracing myself.
My thoughts stop as he nudges into me, stretching me, and in the mirror, I see my parted lips. His slack jaw and pinning gaze. His big hand on my shoulder, tightening against my jersey.
“Fuck,” he chokes out as he fills me with his thick length. “This changes things. Holy fuck, Hazel.” He leans closer, seating himself to the hilt inside me while a shudder rolls through me.
“You feel so good,” he groans in my ear, and I could come from hearing Rory’s pleasure alone.
He pulls out and pushes back in, hitting a spot inside me that scatters sparks up my spine.
“It’s so deep this way,” I moan.
“I know.” His hand tightens on my shoulder, holding me steady while he thrusts in and out, finding his rhythm, and my nerves start to fray. “So fucking good with you, Hazel. You’re exactly what I need.”
Rory taking his pleasure sends another ripple of heat through me. I clench around his thick length, and a groan rumbles out of him. In the mirror, his eyes burn hotter.
“You like hearing that?” His voice is a low tease in my ear, watching my reflection. “You like hearing that you were exactly what my life was missing and that every moment is better with you?”
My gaze drops to the tattoo over the chiseled muscle of his torso, and I nod.
“Good.” He hits a particularly sensitive spot, making me whimper. “Because you’re so fucking perfect, Hazel.” His hips move faster, and a lock of hair falls into his eyes as he watches me in the mirror with a hungry look.
I moan again, pressing back into him. The way Rory’s hitting my G-spot is making my blood heat and thicken, and I can feel the release building low in my stomach.
“Yes, baby, just like that. Keep taking it.” His eyes are feverish, and the heavy ache between my legs tightens. His gaze drops to the jersey I’m wearing, and his nostrils flare with pride. “As deep as you can.”
My arousal soaks my thighs, and the feel of him inside me with nothing between us? It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
His eyes clench tight like he’s grappling for control. “I’m so fucking close, Hazel.”