lax in my arms after a few minutes, and sighed happily. Brushing wisps of hair off her face, I whispered, “I love you.”
Normally not the cuddling type, holding her filled me with sweet warmth.
She was still the only girl I’d ever watched sleep.
The only girl I wanted to.
Beth stretched, rubbing her body against me, and opened her eyes. “How long was I out?”
“Less than two hours.”
She tilted her face up to kiss me. “Mmm. I’m going to use your bathroom.”
“Hurry back.”
Slipping out from under the sheet, she located her shirt and bent to pick it up, giving me a nice view of her cute little bum. She pulled the tee on and left the bedroom, the shirt just skimming her thighs.
I tucked my hands behind my head and waited, my erection returning—though, it’d been at half mast from the moment she snuggled up to me nude.
The bathroom door opened and she came back. Her hair was down from the ponytail and her face scrubbed clean. There was no hesitation in crawling into bed.
She straddled my lap and kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. Then trailed hot kisses along my jaw, brushing my ear with her nose, and down my neck, pausing to nibble on my pulse point.
“I love this cologne on you,” she said.
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Oh, yeah. Drove me nuts in high school. The night of Prom?” She shuddered.
“You helped with my tie.” I had a vague memory of my date, a nice friend I hadn’t clicked with romantically.
“Uh-huh. You complained it was too tight.” She bit above my nipple, making me hiss in pleasure-pain.
I wrapped my hand around her hair and gave it a light tug to get her to look up at me.
“Want you.”
She grinned and slid downward under the sheet. I felt her grip my prick and moaned, then felt a condom roll down my shaft. Didn’t know she had one in hand—sneaky.
She sat up, pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor, and crawled up my body to fuse her mouth with mine. This time would be even better than the first, with no anxiety in the mix. She wiggled until I felt the head slide along her slick opening.
Just the tease of what was to come had us both moaning into the kiss.
She slowly took me inside, inch by inch, and paused, breathing fast.
“Feel so good, baby,” I said. “You okay?”
“Need a minute. You stretch me.”
She started rocking her hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, the expression on her face one of pure pleasure.
I’d have to get her back to the house by sunrise, and it wasn’t fair. We were just beginning to touch something special.
I’d imagined making love until we were too tired to move, sleeping in each other’s arms, then having a late breakfast in bed. Saying goodbye in mere hours wasn’t part of the original equation.
I didn’t want to let her go—out of my arms or my city.