Breaking Even(54)

He’s miserable? That shouldn’t make me grin like an idiot, but I’m twisted, so it does.

“And these shorts are too fucking short.”

He starts tugging at my button, and I curse myself. Shit. I should have worn the sexy stuff. As soon as the front is undone, he starts tugging them down, and his taunting grin forms.

“Don’t laugh,” I groan, covering my face. “You’re totally ruining the moment.”

He snickers as he tugs my shorts all the way down, and leaves the cotton monstrosities on me. I’ll never wear comfortable underwear again. Damn.

“Actually, these suit you,” he jokes, leaning down and kissing me right where I want him to, and I almost do something stupid like buck off the bed.

His breath is warm through the fabric, and he grins against me until I hook my thumbs in the sides and shove my panties down to my knees. His breath stops, and I stifle a grin when he seems caught off guard.

He kisses me closer now that there’s no fabric in the way, and he pulls my panties down the rest of the way before tossing them to the floor. He runs his hands up my legs as he parts them farther. Every touch feels like fire against my skin right now, especially when his tongue finds that bundle of nerves that has me crying out like a damn virgin.

My head drops back and my eyes close, but he stops. I think I growl. I know a very warning sound comes out of me, and he chuckles while moving up my body and pushing his lips against mine.

“We’ll have to do foreplay another time,” he murmurs against my lips as he shuffles out of his jeans.

My anger flees as excitement unfurls in my body, and he reaches for his nightstand. When I hear the drawer open and the foil crinkling, I almost get dizzy from the adrenaline rush.

I’ve been divorced for a year, but it’s been so much longer than that since I’ve had sex.

He tugs my shirt off as he raises up, and I’m left in only my bra. He looks down at me in a way no one else ever has, and I’m left feeling feverish. He wants me. His eyes are on me and staring at me hungrily—the same way Kode stares at Tria. It shouldn’t be possible.

He turns to push his boxers down, and that thrill shoots through me again. I mindlessly remove my bra as he turns back around, and my eyes go straight down and stare.

I think I must have done something very, very right in a past life.

“Like it?” he says with a grin I can feel.

He moves over me, and I go to the thing that I’m finding the most fascinating. A silver barbell sticks out from the tip of his cock, and I’m fairly positive this sort of thing could make a girl fall in love.

“You couldn’t get your other nipple pierced because of the pain, but you have this?” I ask in a rasp voice.

I touch it, feeling the metal, and he jerks in my hands as a deep rumble forms in his chest. I try to stay only on the metal, not the hard rod that is very happy to be with me. But it’s hard not to touch him.

“Don’t get too excited. You won’t be able to feel it very much with the condom on,” he says as he starts rolling the rubber down and hiding the silver.

I really want to feel it. I’m on birth control, but I’m rather certain it is stupid to have unprotected sex this early on. I think. I can’t think. Shit.

Once he’s fully sheathed under the latex, he looks up to meet my eyes and his slow grin crawls up to capture another piece of the heart I should be guarding. I reach for him and he comes willingly, but he shocks the hell out of me when he thrusts in without any warning.

My breath comes out in a rush as the full, deep, stretching sensation hits me. And he pushes in farther, finding a place inside me that I know has ever been touched before.

“Fuck. You feel even better than I thought you would,” he groans, acting as though it’s a bad thing. I think.

Again, thinking is rather hard to do right now.

He pulls back and rocks in, and my breath comes out again as my body tries to acclimate to him. Even with the condom on, I can still feel the piercing enough. And I love it. In fact, I’m ruined. I’ll never want another man without it.

I really hope we stick together long enough for me to feel it without a condom.

My thoughts all run together when he drives in harder, and I pull him down to me, hoping his lips on mine will help drown out the humiliating sounds I’m already making.

He pulls out of me suddenly and then he takes my place while pulling me to be on top of him, both of us sitting facing each other, as he grabs my hips and plunges me down onto him, impaling me divinely.

His eyes roll back as he releases a sound that pushes me to the edge too soon. Our kiss becomes wild as our bodies collide, and he moves one hand to my hair, tugging just enough, and keeps one hand firmly planted on my hip, making our centers hit with force.