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“Where are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the bed.
“I think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him. Thank him for earlier.
“I’m on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed, asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He looks tan and sexy and…mine.
I strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him.
He wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I missed you, too.”
He kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile against his mouth when I find him naked.
His ass is really spectacular.
He pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving, just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just content to love each other softly. Be together.
I raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly against me.
“So wet,” he whispers.
“Need you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks inside me.
His eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…” I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck, that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
He disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me, his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him, and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah, hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself inside me.
He kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and falls asleep.
I think I just fell in love with him.
* * *
“So,” Jules flashes her sweet grin at me and I tense. Ah hell, she only uses that when she wants something. “What’s going on with you and my brother?”
I take a long drink of my margarita and eye Jules. She’s sitting across from me at the same sports bar where Will brought me on our it-doesn’t-count-first-date. She, Natalie and I are enjoying late happy hour after having shopped all evening and getting pedicures.
These girls don’t play when it comes to shopping.
“Leave her alone,” Natalie mutters, then eyes me suspiciously. “On second thought, I want to know too. What’s up? You guys seemed pretty cozy while bowling the other night.”
I shrug and look down. “We’re sleeping together.”
“Duh.” Jules rolls her eyes. “The way you were making the googly eyes at each other screamed sex. And I’m trying to ignore that he’s my brother because otherwise, that’s just… ew.” She shudders.
“What we want to know is, what else is going on?” Natalie asks with a grin.
“I don’t know. We just started sleeping together the other night.”
“Your three date rule?” Jules asks.
“Yep,” I smile smugly at her.
“Good girl.” Nat fist-bumps me and I laugh.
“We’re seeing each other, I guess.” I shrug and take another sip of my margarita. “He’s a great guy. Not the asshole I originally thought he was.”
“He’s arrogant as can be sometimes, but definitely not an asshole,” Jules agrees.