Page 115 of Reckless Love
When Rhodes’ legs hit the bed, I loosen his towel and it drops to the floor.
“I’m on the pill,” I say softly.
“I’ve noticed that,” he says, tracing soft circles up my chest. “My tests always come back all clear. ”
“Mine too,” I whisper.
“I might be a little too excited about this.”
I give his chest a push and he falls back like I’ve really managed to move his wall of muscle. I let my own towel drop and lean over him. His hands land on my backside, a groan escaping as he kneads my cheeks.
“This ass has starred in every one of my fantasies,” he says, leaning up to swirl his tongue around my nipple. “These tits too. I’msoglad you don’t keep them from me anymore.”
I laugh. “They’re all yours.”
He smiles up at me, and I kiss him, any earlier worry about the speculation of us wiped from my mind. I kiss down his neck and stomach and keep going, my chest hovering over his cock. I lean in and slide him between my breasts and his breath hitches. He leans up to watch, cursing quietly, when I press my breasts closer together, tightening around him. His head falls back as I rub myself against his leg.
“You really went all this time without sex?” I ask.
“Yes.” He sounds out of breath.
“I actually haven’t had much either.”
He lifts his eyebrows.
I kiss his stomach and then shift down so I can get my mouth on him. He hisses when I lick his tip.
“My hand is officially retired,” he says. “Thank God.”
I grin up at him, and his eyes are dazed as he watches me take him in my mouth. I can’t believe he has beencelibate this whole time. There’s so much I wish I’d known, so much I would do differently. But I can’t waste another second thinking about the what-ifs when he’s in front of me right now.
I get him right to the edge, pull back, and then start all over again.
“Fuck, love. You’re so fucking perfect.” He holds my hair back and his jaw clenches when he’s trying to hold back.
I love everything about tasting him, the weight of him in my mouth, feeling how out of control he gets, how much he loves it—it feeds me and makes me starved all at once. When he tries to flip me over, I put my hand on his chest and he stills. I turn and straddle him, facing his feet, and lower myself slowly onto him.
“Oh,” he says. “I didn’t think it could be any better than it already was, but skin to skin...”
“Yes,” I breathe.
I’m so wet, but it still takes a minute to adjust to his size.
We both exhale shakily when I’m fully seated. I lean forward and we both moan.
“You’re so deep this way.”
“Fuck, Elle. You feel unbelievable. And this view. I want to die just like this.”
“Don’t you dare.” I roll over him, my hips undulating slowly while I slide up and down his length. Leaning forward hits all of my sweet spots and I keep a steady rhythm, unable to fathom how every time with Rhodes feels brand new. And so unbelievably good.
He grips my cheeks and when I turn to look at him over my shoulder, he’s watching us with a pained expression on his face.
“It feels too good,” he says. “Just watching this assbounce on me…taking me in so deep…is going to make me?—”
My movements speed up and he breaks into a long groan. I slap against him faster and faster and he grips my hips, thrusting up into me. Pleasure skyrockets between us as we chase that high and when we finally crest, the waves last forever.
The next morning,Lisa leaves a message while I’m in the shower, asking me to meet her in her office in an hour. Practice isn’t for another couple of hours, so I rush into Denver with a sense of dread.