Page 59 of Falling With You

And then he was on his feet, and I stood there dazed, my whole body pressed to the door. He still had his shirt on, his shoes, but he had shucked his jeans over his ass, his cock hard and ready, and then his hands were on me again, and he was in me.

Just one thrust, hard, needy, and bare.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

His eyes were wide. “Fuck. Condom.”

“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I have the paperwork.”

“I’m clean too, but I’ll get the paperwork. I don’t want to move out of you. I can’t.”

“I trust you,” I whispered, hoping I wasn’t making a mistake. Then again, I hoped I wasn’t making any mistake when it came to Aiden.

He was still in me, his body pulsating against me as he rested his forehead on mine.

“I’ve never been bare with anyone, I can promise you that.”

Not even with Allison?I asked myself. But I didn’t say it. Because that name was already between us, it always would be.

“Move, Aiden,” I demanded, arching into him.

And then he moved.

Simple thrusts, in and out so he pulled out all the way and then slammed back home, just teasing me, and then moving so quickly, so hard, that I knew we might break his door. And I didn’t care.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt as he pounded into me, needing, aching.

This was raw, powerful, and something primal. So us.

I didn’t know if we could ever have soft sex. If we could ever be sweet to each other.

And that was fine. Because this is what we were, just what we needed.

I needed him. More than I needed anything else in the world. More than I needed anyoneelse in the world.

Because right then, it was just the two of us. No other names, no other whispers.

And that’s what I craved, what I clung to.

He slid one hand between us, his thumb going over my too swollen clit.

“One more time, short stack. One more time.”

I blinked at him, trying to get my thoughts in order. “I can’t come. I can’t.”

“You will.” And then he kissed me again, so much in it that I came, his hand still on my clit rubbing so quickly and at such a perfect pace that I shook, my whole body clamping around him.

He let out a groan, and I could feel him come inside me, his body shaking along with mine.

And then it was over, and we were both sweaty, panting, and he was still inside me, bare. I really had no idea what had just happened.

He pressed against me as I slowly cooled, a little embarrassed about what had just happened since he was still dressed, and I was only wearing a scrap of lace that had been pushed to the side.

“Let me get something to clean you up,” he growled, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, then winced as he slid out, a little sore. I knew I was going to hurt more in the morning.

It’d been since the last time we slept together that I had done anything like that, but still, we were rougher than I’d ever been before.