Page 68 of This Broken Heart
In my head, I know this is a terrible idea.
But my body thinks it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.
I’m not really sure how I lucked into this situation, standing in front of a half-naked god, but I don’t want to jinx it by overthinking things.
There will be plenty of time for regret tomorrow. But right now, he’s so big andhardand he’s that way because of me.
He backs me up against the bed frame, half chasing, half dragging me onto the middle of the bed.
Prowling over me, he settles part of his weight over my body. He’s heavy, and it feels so good. I wrap my arms around his back and pull him down on top of me. He braces his arms on either side of my body, bundling me up in his arms while his lips chart a path down my neck, across my collarbone.
I slide my hand around the curve of his muscular shoulder, guiding him onto his side. Sidling closer, I tangle my legs up with his, letting my hands explore his chest. He’s got a dark trail of hair leading from his belly button down. I drag my nails along his hips, slipping into his boxers. His hips twitch when I touch him and he sucks in a little breath.
I lean in and he kisses me, tongue slipping in between my lips. My hand slides up and down his shaft and his tongue subconsciously echoes the movement, gliding across my tongue. Delving deep.
His hand is braced on the small of my waist, fingers dimpling my skin. “I want you so fucking bad.” He murmurs, his voice gruff.
A shiver wracks my body. “I want you, too.”
He moves his mouth to my neck, feathering my skin with kisses as his fingers slip under my panties. He cups me there, pressing, and a frustrated rush of need builds in my tummy. I put my hand over his and he slides a finger inside. I roll my hips, pressing down on his hand.
He slides another finger in, stretching me. “You’re so wet.”
I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or smug. He moves his lips, trailing kisses down the curve of my breast. He locates my hard nipple, gently nipping me through my bra.
I arch against him with a moan and he goes stock still.
I glance up at him. “What’s wrong?”
He groans, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I can almost feel him pulling away from me and there is absolutely no way he should leave this bed without fucking me first.
Preferably more than once.
I grasp onto his shoulders, attempting to lock him into place. “Have you slept with anyone recently?”
“No. Not since...”
He doesn’t want to say her name. Probably wise. I’m a little surprised he hasn’t been with anyone since, and yet, it completely tracks with his devotion.
There’s a vague fluttering in my tummy at the thought of being his first in so long.
He pulls back, looking shyly into my eyes. “What about you?”
“Not since Matt.” I admit. “And you bet your ass I had a physical after breaking up with that piece of shit.”
He laughs, amused by my temper flare.
His gaze locks onto my lips. “So… you think we can skip it?”
I nod, and he bends down to press his lips against mine. He kisses my jaw, my neck. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“Fuck, yes.” He growls.
Giddiness and hunger spiral through me as he tugs at my panties. I lift my hips and he rips them off, kicking his boxers off in the process.