He hesitated. “Are you sure you trust it?”
I understood his concern for risk—he’d already dealt with one surprise pregnancy in his life. But I was diligent about taking my pill. “Yes. I promise it’s safe. I want to feel you this way. I want to be that close to you. Let me.”
“I want it too.” He reached between my legs and moaned as he slipped a finger easily inside me. “I want it so fucking badly.”
A moment later, he was pulling me closer to the edge of the counter and positioning the tip of his cock between my legs. He teased me a little first, stroking it up through my center, brushing it over my clit. Both of us watched as he slid inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his eyes closing.
I couldn’t speak, I was so mesmerized by the sight of his body slipping inside mine, by the thought that there was nothing between us. Running my hands up his chest, I locked them behind his neck and our mouths came together. He moved his hands to my ass and held me steady as he moved in and out, the rhythm slow and steady, the friction hot and tight.
Eventually he moved one hand between us, his thumb rubbing my clit. “That feels so good,” I whispered against his lips, desire pulling tight in my belly. “You know exactly how to touch me. You know just what my body wants.”
He drove into me faster and harder, and I locked my legs around him, pointing my toes as my orgasm peaked. I yelled his name, over and over again, writhing and clinging and clawing at him like I was drowning and he was dry land. Slipping his hands beneath my ass, he lifted me off the counter and bounced me up and down his long, hard shaft. I cried out every time he let me all the way down, his cock stabbing deep. He turned and put my back against the refrigerator, pounding into me so hard the entire thing shook. Then somehow he slipped his arms beneath my legs so my knees were slung over his elbows, my body open even wider to him.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside you,” he growled.
“Yes!” I panted, wild with the thought, bursting with the desire to ease something within him. “I want it, I want everything. Give it to me.”
With one final violent thrust, he groaned long and hard, burying himself deep within me, his cock throbbing again and again and again. I clung to his neck, our lips barely touching, sharing a breath between us.
• • •
We decided to take a shower, not so much because we felt dirty but because we realized we probably needed a break from sex but still wanted to be naked and touching each other. A shower was a good excuse. Levi threw on a shirt and ran out to the car to grab the bag he’d packed while I ran the water. He joined me a few minutes later.
We washed each other’s hair—I had to stand on tiptoe for that—soaped each other up, and probably touched every single inch of each other’s skin, but not necessarily in a sexual way. It was sweet and tender and romantic the way he knelt down in front of me, the way his hands moved over my limbs, the way his lips brushed the backs of my knees, each vertebra of my spine, the nape of my neck.
“So do you sing in the shower?” I asked him as he sudsed up my hair.
“Not usually.” He grinned wryly. “Scotty doesn’t like the noise. Every time I try to do it, he begs me to stop.”
I laughed. “Seriously? I finally found something you’re not good at?”
“You did. I can carry a lot of things, but a tune is not one of them. I think he cried last time I tried to sing to him. He hates when I wash his hair too.”
“Now that I know you’re good at.” I smiled and closed my eyes as his fingertips rubbed my scalp. “You can wash mine any time you want. If I cry, it’s because it feels so good.”
We dried each other off, hung up our towels, and I grabbed a wide-tooth comb from a drawer. “Want to comb my hair too?”
“Sure.”
I turned around and faced the mirror, and he stood behind me, patiently combing through my shoulder-length dark hair. “So gentle,” I said.
He caught my eye in the mirror and cocked one brow, bringing that flutter back. “When I have to be.”
Oh, damn. The reminder that he was rough sometimes turned the flutter into an urge. I fidgeted as he finished up, admiring his strong, masculine body in the mirror. When he finally set the comb down, I turned to face him. “Ready for bed?”
“Yes. Just need a minute to brush my teeth.”
“Me too. And take a pill.”
His eyes went wide. “Yes. Please take that pill.”
I pulled the case from my makeup bag and held it up. “No worries. Hey, this is kind of like a little vacation.”
He kissed the top of my head. “That’s exactly what it’s like.”
We finished getting ready for bed, and I lit the candles in my room while he checked his phone one last time. I loved that he felt comfortable enough to walk around naked in front of me. I loved that we were going to bed together. I loved everything about tonight.
“All good?” I asked, tucking the lighter back in my nightstand drawer.
“I guess. No word from her.” He looked a little concerned but shrugged.
I ran my hands up his arms and rose up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “Want to naked cuddle with me?”
He made a noise that was half-laugh, half-groan, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh as he pulled me close, walking me backward toward the bed. “Yes, I want to naked cuddle with you. I want to naked everything with you. All the time.”