And he kissed her, seizing her mouth as he slid inside her with one long, sure stroke. He didn’t stop till he was all the way in, and when he was, he froze, his whole body tensing. It was almost as if he treasured the moment, letting it hit him, before he moved again. And once he moved…
He didn’t stop.
His hands roamed all over her body, touching every square inch of her, and he kissed her as if he was never planning to stop, never breaking contact as he moved inside of her, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. The whole time he made love to her, he drove her higher and higher over the crest, dragging her along whether she was ready to go or not.
But, God, she was.
When he curled his hand under her butt and lifted her higher, she gasped into his mouth. He hit a spot she only ever read about in books. Her scalp tingled, her fingers went numb, and blinding pleasure shot through her veins.
Pulling back, he groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. “Christ, Lauren. You’re so fucking tight, and wet, and you smell like heaven.” He slammed into her, hitting that spot again. “I need to hear you scream my name.”
He slid his hand between them, rubbing against her clit, and drove inside of her. She bit down on her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but he did it again, and whispered, “That pussy is so damn hot. So damn mine. Stop fighting it, and give me what I want.”
This time, when he moved inside of her and teased her clit, she did it. Her whole body tensed, stars flew in front of her, and she came. “Steven!”
He growled possessively, gripping her thigh with his free hand so tightly it would leave bruised fingermarks on her skin as evidence of this night, and slammed into her, his movements still timed and strong, but more erratic. His breathing increased and grew more ragged with each stroke, and watching him lose himself inside of her drove her impossibly higher all over again.
His mouth caught hers, and she clung to him, letting him take her on the crazy ride she would never forget. When he stiffened over her, his breath whooshing out of him, she was right there with him, coming even harder than the last time. He collapsed on top of her, his arms on either side of her head, and let out a few soft curses. “Lauren.”
She tried to gather her scattered thoughts, but they were all over the place. There was no getting them back anytime soon. “Yeah?”
“That was—” He pulled back and rested on his elbows. He studied her face, still buried inside of her, and swallowed. “Are you okay?”
“Okay?” She frowned. “Yeah. Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I kind of lost control at the end. Forgot who I—” He glanced at her mouth, then slammed his attention back northward. “I don’t do that shit. Don’t lose control of myself. I’m sorry.”
Lauren fought back the smile trying to escape. “It was great. Everything was…amazing.” Damn him, it had been.
It had all been too good.
“Do you still want me to stay?” He pulled out of her and rolled to his feet. “When you asked me here, you weren’t planning on fucking me.”
“It’s fine.” She sat up and hugged her knees, watching him as he headed for the bathroom. Every step he took was harsher than the last. She could see him analyzing everything already. Coming up with all the reasons why them sleeping together had been a bad idea. Taking the fun out of it. “I’m fine, and I still want you to stay.”
He gave her a hard look, and shut the bathroom door behind him.
She dropped her forehead on her knees and sighed. He was making this weird when it didn’t need to be. It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. They were still friends. And he was still her favorite person.
The water turned on, and off again.
A few moments later, he came out. He strode to the bed, rubbed the back of his neck, and opened his mouth to speak. Probably to make some excuse or another about why he shouldn’t stay. “Lauren—”
“Am I allowed to move my arms yet?”
He choked on a laugh. “Uh—yeah.”
“Good.” She grinned. “’Cause I already did. Obviously.”
He stared at her, still way too serious. “Lauren—”
“Stop.” She shook her head at him. “It was just sex, Steven. Stop worrying about what comes next. I’ll tell you what comes next. We go back to normal. So stop looking at me as if you broke me, and get over it.”
“What?” He flushed. “I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are. And it’s annoying. I’m not some weak little girl who needs your protection.” She kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed and got out of it. “Would you be acting like this with any other woman you just finished screwing?”